I was a child in 1969, I had not a clue of the world,
I knew of certain things, those of which I lived through.
Riding my bike and a deadly Halloween night, that’s right,
I remember all that I did as a kid, a lifetime ago and a family,
Vietnam was a reality and I was protected by my childish world.
Butch Cassidy and the Sundance kid, Clint Eastwood was the man,
Raindrops keep falling on my head, Simon and Garfunkel were grand.
Scooby Doo and all of the colorful cartoons that I knew, I think of you,
Baseball with the miracle Mets, Bill Russell, and the champion Celtics,
Joe Namath with his Guarantee, the Jets beat the Colts, Charles Manson, and history.
The Innocence of the Brady Bunch, walk on the moon, Led Zeppelin and a tune,
1969 was the year when love and innocence were mixed with my day.