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standing in the middle of a field everynight, girls on the left and boys on the right..when you spin that bottle girl, point to me..I'd trage my place here anyday to get on back to the good old days..62
the day a 55 chevy was hip and sideburns where heavy, the jukebox played old Jerry Lee..great balls of fire..church was always on Sunday, school went in on a Monday, the teacher looked like Miss Aunt Bea..
somewhere in between sock hops and history, we studied how to rock and roll..IN 62
now to drown my troubles, I go from singles to doubles, at bah bahs bar and blues cafe
the band is good and tight and I'm spending everynight toasting to those good old days..somewhere in between this drink and Bobby Dee, I'll get lost down memory lane..IN 62
standing in the middle of the field everynight, girls on the left and boys on the right..when you spin that bottle girl point to me..I'd trade my place here any day, to get on back to the good old days..IN 62
I'd trade my place here any day..I got it good but I had it made..IN 62