Youthful WIld And Crazy

My Younger Years

Youthful Wild and Crazy 
 

Youthful Wild and Crazy By Jim Smith Dear Mother there never  was a time in my Life That I thought I would be  Youthful Wild and Crazy But I found my self  with a gang of wild boys and I was never the same  I was Youthful wild and crazy Dear Mother It Never seemed to amazed me That a bunch of my friend would be  Fearless wild and Crazy We had in our possession Some Harley Davidson Motor cycles We rode them like we were crazy men  Fast and Furious  We just couldn't be run down by the policemen To fast they couldn't compete We lite up the skies with fire works  In the middle of the night Many other gangs feared us we were just to much for them to handle Around the Camp fires  we were a laugh a minute With the ladies hand in hand smiles and stories that most people  would not believe or understand But in my later years I would be telling  these stories to my Grand babies About the times their Old Man  Was Youthful Wild and Crazy