The Young, the Wild and the Restless Men

They raced the streets in their custom v-eights.

The Young, the Wild and the Restless Men

No longer a town, just an overgrown square.
On one side a single street light fixes its stare.
Once graced by a church and devil's saloon,
where they busted chins, and belted a tune
Their stories made headlines way back when,
the young, the wild and the restless men.
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They raced the streets in their custom v-eights,
They hid their booze before picking up their dates.
They lived  bread and potatoes, stake and beans.
They made the rounds wearing boots and jeans
Their stories made headlines way back when,
the young, the wild and the restless men.

Them boys enlisted and were sent off to fight,
the town mostly leveled by tornado one night.
There’s a post office, and an overgrown square
On one side a single street light fixes its stare
I can only wonder about it way back when,
the young, the wild and the restless men.