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In the days of my youth I was told what it means to be a man, Now I've reached that age I've tried to do all those things the best I can. No matter how I try, I find my way into the same old jam. Good times, bad times, You know I've had my share; When my woman left home For a brown eyed man, And I still don't seem to care. Sixteen: I fell in love With a girl as sweet as could be, She only took a couple of days Till she was rid of me Swore that she would be all mine And love me till the end, When I whispered in her ear I lost another friend. Good times, bad times, You know I've had my share; When my woman left home For a brown eyed man, And I still don't seem to care. I know what it means to be alone, I sure do wish that I was at home. And I don't care what my neighbors say, I'm gonna love you each and every day. You can feel the heat within my heart. Realize, sweet baby, we ain't never gonna part |