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CLASS OF 68

Jack Speer

June 23, 2018

Genre: Country

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I grew up in a really small town, very much like that of "Mayberry." There were only 48 in my senior class and 90% of us were classmates since 1st grade. We were, and remain, like family. So, 10 years ago, for our 40th Class Reunion, I wrote this song and sang it to our class... Although I realize this song is not a template for a "Hit Song," I've always felt it was one of my better songs and performing it to my classmates (and best of friends) was one of the highlights of my life.


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Frank Renfordt

Hi, Jack,
even though I live in another part of the world, your lyrics bring back the pictures to my mind pretty well. Probably because I’m close to your age. A nice sentimental piece.
The melody could have been a little more interesting, but I’m sure your mates have been excited.

June 24, 2018

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Jack Speer

Thank you so much, Frank Renfordt!  But, I find it hard to believe anyone being as old as me!!!
Seriously, I’m pleased you were able to relate to the visuals associated with this song…

June 24, 2018

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Terry Gladney

Jack, great story lines via the lyrics. I was in the class of 1963, so certainly I can relate to this song. Well done !

June 27, 2018

Jack Speer

Thank you, Terry Gladney!  Nice to know our peer group is still cranking out some tunes.  One of my singer/songwriter inspirations, who played in numerous pubs around the state of Florida (and lived 25 miles from where I grew up) is Bobby Braddock (he wrote, HE STOPPED LOVING HER TODAY).  I’m curious, is the guitar legend you and your brother wrote about in Corinth, MS, by any chance Jason Isbell?
Thanks again!

June 27, 2018

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Frank Renfordt

Hi, Jack,
even though I live in another part of the world, your lyrics bring back the pictures to my mind pretty well. Probably because I’m close to your age. A nice sentimental piece.
The melody could have been a little more interesting, but I’m sure your mates have been excited.

June 24, 2018

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Jack Speer

Thank you so much, Frank Renfordt!  But, I find it hard to believe anyone being as old as me!!!
Seriously, I’m pleased you were able to relate to the visuals associated with this song…

June 24, 2018

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Terry Gladney

Jack, great story lines via the lyrics. I was in the class of 1963, so certainly I can relate to this song. Well done !

June 27, 2018

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Jack Speer

Thank you, Terry Gladney!  Nice to know our peer group is still cranking out some tunes.  One of my singer/songwriter inspirations, who played in numerous pubs around the state of Florida (and lived 25 miles from where I grew up) is Bobby Braddock (he wrote, HE STOPPED LOVING HER TODAY).  I’m curious, is the guitar legend you and your brother wrote about in Corinth, MS, by any chance Jason Isbell?
Thanks again!

June 27, 2018


written by Jack Speer & Mark Strosser, production & vocals by Tim Buppert

BACK IN THE MIDDLE OF OUR LAST CENTURY,
PLUS, OR MINUS 1950,
A PHENOMINOM FOLLOWED WORLD WAR II,

THE GENERATION CALLED THE GREATEST,
TOOK ON THE WORLD THEN CELEBRATED,
THE BIRTH OF ME AND YOU,

LIFE BEGAN IN BLACK & WHITE,
CHANGE CAME FAST, WE HELD ON TIGHT,
FROM THERE TO HERE, MAN, WHAT A RIDE,

REMEMBER OUR DAYS OF ROCK ‘N ROLL,
AMERICAN FOLK AND MOTOWN SOUL,
WE WATCHED ARMSTRONG WALK ON THE MOON,
AND SANG ALL THE WORDS TO “HEY JUDE.”

LOST OUR FRIENDS IN VIETNAM,
SKIRTS WERE SHORT, HAIR WAS LONG,
MADE OUR SHARE OF LOVE ALONG THE WAY,
THE CLASS OF 68.

GUNSMOKE, LAUGH-IN, GOMER PYLE,
JOHNNY CARSON, CARLIN AND PRIOR,
BORN TO BE WILD,

DUCK AND COVER, TWIST AND SHOUT,
SEEM LIKE DISTANT MEMORIES NOW,
WHERE DID MUSTANG SALLY RIDE?

FROM GTO’S AND MINIMUM WAGE,
TO SUV’S AND IRA’S,
WE CRUISED RIGHT ON THROUGH THAT PURPLE HAZE.

REMEMBER OUR DAYS OF ROCK ‘N ROLL,
AMERICAN FOLK AND MOWTOWN SOUL,
WE WATCHED ARMSTRONG WALK ON THE MOON,
AND SANG ALL THE WORDS TO “HEY JUDE.”

LOST OUR FRIENDS TO VIETNAM,
SKIRTS WERE SHORT, HAIR WAS LONG,
MADE OUR SHARE OF LOVE AND MISTAKES,
THE CLASS OF 68.

WHAT A LONG STRANGE TRIP WE’RE STILL ON,
STILL DREAMING, STILL BELIEVING,
WE’RE GONNA FINISH STRONG.

REMEMBER OUR DAYS OF ROCK ‘N ROLL,
AMERICAN FOLK AND MOTOWN SOUL,
WE WATCHED ARMSTRONG WALK THE MOON,
STILL SING THE WORDS TO “HEY JUDE.”

THE PAIN REMAINS FROM VIETNAM,
OUR HAIR IS SHORT, SKIRTS ARE LONG,
WE LIVE TO LOVE ANOTHER DAY,
THE CLASS OF 68,
THE CLASS OF 68,
THE CLASS OF 68.

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