Class Of 63

Out of the sky on flight 79
Leaving my rock’n’roll life behind
I stepped back in the world of my home town
Dressed to kill for a class reunion
Driving around in my rented Lincoln
Bopping along to those rocking sixties sounds
Most of my friends were still around
But the town got smaller when the mill shut down
And some of them drifted off to bigger places
There’s a new stone soldier on the courthouse lawn
Because bobby got killed in Vietnam
And lately I been seeing the same old faces
Ain’t it kind of funny how every body’s changed but me
So here’s a little blast from the past for the class of '63
Hey baby turn your lights down low
They’re playing our song on the radio
Shaking my chevy with the back seat dance
Living by love and loving by chance
Johnny was voted class president
The girls just swooned everywhere he went
And seven wives later he’s become the divorce court king
And Donny boy sure could sling a towel
He’d murder the ref if he called a fowl
And now buying radio stations is his thing
Rocking Dave could really put on some moves
If you scratched his record he’d dance on your bruise
Now he teaches kids the Arthur Murray style
It’s like little Stevie the race champ said
I ain’t got a dime but at least I ain’t dead
And these memories will beat money by a mile