I got my first real six-string: bought it at the five and dime,
Played it til my fingers bled;
was the summer of sixty nine
Oh, when i look back now, that summer seemed to last forever,
And if i had the choice, yeah, i d always wanna be there.
Those were the best days of my life.
Back in the summer of sixty nine
Man, we were killin time, we were young and restless, we needed to unwind.
I guess nothin can last forever, forever, no!
Back in the summer of sixty nine
Back in the summer of sixty nine
Back in the summer of sixty nine
Back in the summer of sixty nine

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