The old neighborhood I remember it well

Oh, the stories that she could tell

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Backyards, streets, fields, and lawns

Some are still there but most are gone

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We played with vigor we laughed and cried

We had some fights, but no one died

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The mailman, the barber, a penny candy store

Some good old memories but there no more

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We played outside into the night

A shooting star zooms out of sight

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Girls with dolls and boys with bats

Little kids with cowboy hats

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The cranky neighbor  stay off his  lawn

The lawns still there and he’s all gone

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A snowball fight a sled to slide

Friends were true stood side by side

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Thinking back the years gone by

Some make us laugh some make us cry

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The neighborhood and friends  I remember well

Oh, the stories I could tell…