Gone are the days of my tennis shoes, walking to school
My head of hair, and boots and 3 piece suits
Goodbye church choir it’s been nice
Those countless hours spent beneath those lights
Been thinking about leaving for a while
That workin blues took a toll on me
I know 30 years might not sound like much
But it’s taken enough of my time away from you
Tell boxing in the basement to sit tight
Cuz our oldest boys oldest just turned 9
All those hospitals and letters you would write
And watching Lefty in the streets just picking fights
I still think about the tough times that we had
And how they brought us both good old Joseph fern
Gone are the days of my tennis shoes, walking to school
My head of hair, and boots and 3 piece suits
Ive been lookin down writing for a while
With a seat beside me a coffee and a big old smile
I know you always liked it when I sang
Now I finally get to sing this one to you
Here come the days of your dancin shoes
My Elvis moves, our checkered seats down on the beach
Just me and you