Those were the jeans I wore
Now they are no more
From coast to coast
and stream to stream
to the riverbank where they tore.
Back in those days we were free
Free to be you and me
But time made us shackles
so we raised up our hackles
and screamed to the night 'Let me be!'
The music, the clothes and the air
contrast with your pretty pink hair
We grooved to the tunes
and laughed just like loons
and pretended that we didn't care
I know that it had to end
But let me tell you, you were a friend
When we walked through the fair
you meeting my stare
On me I wished you'd depend
Now that those days are gone
My jeans, your face and our songs
all have drifted away,
for they could not stay,
to places for which I still long
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