Words & music by Bob Corbin<br />
Pub. by Sabal Music, (ASCAP)<br />
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We'd head straight from school down to the pool hall<br />
Shoot games of eight ball and play the machines<br />
Go cruisin' on weekends in a patched up old plymouth<br />
We'd chip in for gas, the fun was for free<br />
(Chorus)<br />
And (oh) the river it wound through the heart of our town<br />
We swore we'd all follow it down to the sea<br />
Life was so simple and each day was magic<br />
For Scooter and Michael and Danny and Me<br />
We drank our first beers down by the river<br />
Tellin' lies about girls and the things that we'd done<br />
Football and fist fights, four birds of a feather<br />
One for all and all were for one<br />
(Chorus)<br />
(Bridge)<br />
We were captured in time one bright summers day<br />
That black and white photograph's all the remains<br />
Days turn to years, boys turn to men<br />
And the past is a place you can't go to again<br />
Scooter is gone, he died in a car crash<br />
Michael's in business, too busy for me<br />
Danny's a lifer somewhere in the army<br />
And I'm here where I never dreamed I would be<br />
(Chorus)<br />
(Tag)<br />
For Scooter and Michael, Danny and Me.