I got up this morning, feeling bad,
But the fact I was able to get up, I sure was glad.
Everyday will not be sunshine and roses,
And when the day the door to this life of ours closes,
I dreamed of yesterday and all about my boyhood days,
When we were young again, and we were pals, but I couldn't stay.
I dreamed we played and ran thru time,
I dreamed all this, if only in my mind.
Summer time is finally here
School is out and fishing time near.
Barefooted boys and fishing poles,
Down to the creek, to the ole swimming hole.