Faded jeans, T-shirts, and dirty tennis shoes
is what I wore on Saturday to chase away my blues
I'd slip off to the back woods exploring every trail
I was Davie Crockett, Daniel Boone, even William Tell
Was not a tree I didn't climb, a creek I didn't wade
A field of clover anywhere that I did not invade
I was ruler of the forest, I was king of all the land
I was everybody's hero, I was leader of the band
Little boys with fantasies are a magical combination
Let them run, set them free to their imagination
They will remember when their old and gray
They conquered the world one Saturday
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