I think of days by the ocean
where our songs were sung
in the middle of summer
when we were still young
the water was cold
but the clear sky was blue
this is what I think of
when I remember you
washboards and banjos
harmonicas and guitar
we'd play until closing
when they shut down the bar
and we could be talked into
another song or two
this is what I think of
when I remember you
those days are gone now
and you've passed away
but I still have the memories
of those younger days
time was unending then
we had so much to learn
we'd drink the tequila
I even ate the worm
we saw opportunity
in everything we'd do
this is what I think of
when I remember you
me, I am old now
and I'm past innocent
I look back on those times
and wonder where they went
you will always be young
in my mind, it is true
this is what I think of
when I remember you
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