School Days - Joe Walsh

A dusty field where my school once stood

A quiet street with no drag-racing cars

A melody with no screaming guitars

I couldn’t find that ol' sycamore tree

Where my baby wrote that she loved me

They chopped it down, and everything that wasn’t good

And nothing’s left of my neighborhood

School days!

School days!

Oo-oooh Oo-oooh!

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School days!

School days!

Oo-oooh Oo-oooh!

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Oooooooh-ooooooh…oh oh oh!

Round the corner was the soda shack

And just a quarter bought an after school snack

We’d hang out close to the neon light

We’d eat at Joe’s every Saturday night

All our heroes on the radio

All the nights out at the drive-in show

Somehow we lost a piece of paradise

Growing up is not our own device

School days!

School days!

Oo-oooh Oo-oooh!

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School days!

School days!

Oo-oooh Oo-oooh!

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We were the leaders of the pack

We’d stick together never holding back…