Dailey & Vincent - Class of '57 Lyrics

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Class of '57

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What Are The Lyrics For Class of '57 By Dailey & Vincent?
Tommy's selling used cars, Nancy's fixing nails.
Harvey runs a grocery store and Margaret doesn't care. Jerry drives a truck for Sears, Charlotte on the make. And Paul sells life insurance and part time real estate. Helen is a hostess. Frank works at the mill. Janet teaches grade school and probably always will. Bob works for the city. And Jack's in lab research. And Peggy play organ at the Presbyterian Church. And the class of '57 had its dreams. We all thought we'd change the world with our great work & deeds. Or maybe we just thought the world would change to fit our needs. The class of '57 had its dreams. Betty runs a trailer park. Jan sells Tupperware. Randy on an insane ward. Mary's on ware fare. Charlie took a job at Ford. Joe took Freddie's wife. Charlotte took a millionaire. And Freddie took his life. Johnny's big in cattle. Ray is deep in debt. Where Mavis finally would up is anybodies guess. Linda married Sonny. Brenda married me. And the class of all of us are just part of history. And the class of '57 had its dreams. We all thought we'd change the world with our great work & deeds. Or maybe we just thought the world would change to fit our needs. The class of '57 had its dreams. |
Who Wrote Class of '57 By Dailey & Vincent?
Don Reid, Harold Reid
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What's The Duration Of The Class of '57 By Dailey & Vincent?The duration of Class of '57 is 2:39 minutes and seconds. |
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