| The Growing Years | ||||
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I used to sit by my record player In my ice blue jeans and my combed back hair The man in the mirror the tunes I sung That'll be the day and I got stung Down in the coffee bar watchin' the skirt Some of those girls really knew how to hurt Juke box playin' I wanna hold your hand You get a little more on your one night stand You get a little more on your one night stand Chorus: Some other days gonna make me smile If you play that song I'll be there for a while So come along a baby rock away those tears I'll take you back to the growin years I'll take you back to the growin years In '68 we could do no harm Guitar on my shoulder and a girl on my arm Hey jude well you can't be wrong We played it all while the night was long Lay back and listen and start to fly Smoke something funny and the day goes by Look at the records see how they run If you got a little love I'm gonna get me some If you got a little love I'm gonna get me some Chorus (Take me back to the growin years)... | ||||