808 have reunion once a year.
We see our buddies far and near.
We hope to see them all.
At the reunion next fall.
All the time we were together
didn't have time to think of the weather.
Through rain, snow and sleet,
we even got a little sleep.
When the reunion comes around,
the talk sometimes run in the ground.
But all seem to have a lot of fun
so try and come you old Son of a Guns.
We are getting old,
and our hair is getting gray.
Some of our bodies full of pain
and others stay the same.
We will have a big reunion one day
High in the sky so far away.
One day this world will end
then we will all be together again.
Written by:
George Robinson
Year unknown