(verse 1)
Bobby was a boy, A boy with a bowl of blond hair.
and Bobby was a boy, A boy with a trike that he rode like he just didn't care.
It was big and red, and just like his aching head
Looked large for that young boy.

(verse 2)
Bobby was a devil, such a devil who dared to ride his trike that day.
And when Bobby was kissed he was kissed by the bumper of a 68 Chevrotte
He was still, in the mud, he was broken and covered in blood
Boy and ride went their separate ways

(chorus)
At the crossroads of youth and American splendor
Lies a dangerous bite or so, it's been said.
When glory is meets a life head on
You might wake up with an Aitkenhead.

(verse 3)
And now Bobby is a man living in a can playing FaceBook and Virtual Hold 'em
And Bobby can work an insurance plan or unload trucks like his bosses told him.
And though, his whole life was filled with pain and full of strife.
That young boy wouldn't choose another life.

(chorus)
At the crossroads of youth and American splendor
Lies a dangerous bite or so, it's been said.
When glory is meets a life head on
You might wake up with an Aitkenhead.

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if'n you want to play along:

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| E | A | B | B |

| E | A | B | B |

| A | B | C#- (B)| B A |

| A | A | B | (nc) |

Chorus

| E | A | B | B |

| E | A | B | B |

| C#- B | A | B | C#- |

| C#- B | A | B | (nc) ||