The Boys And Me

Me and the boys that I knew in school

Are thirty years old and, stubborn as a herd of mules

We get all cleaned up on a Saturday night

We say yes to the girls when they ask if they look alright

Load up the cars and ride around

Roll down the windows and we go to town

And we talk too slow, drive too fast

We're high on life and low on gas

Tryin' to make the way things are

The way things used to be

The boys and me

The phone rings it's the call of the wild

And the clothes we wear have finally come back in style

We got some tall tales that we love to tell

They may not be true

But we sure do remember them well

We work hard to have a little fun

Roll up our sleeves and get the job done son