Roy Black – Brooklyn Roads (Guitar)

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If I close my eyes I can almost hear my mother

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Calling “Neil, go find your brother,

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Daddy’s home and it’s time for supper hurry on!”

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And I see two boys racin’ up two flights of staircase

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Squirmin’ into Papa’s embrace

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And his whiskers warm on their face.

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Where’s it gone? Oh, where it’s gone?

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Two floors above the butcher, first door on the right.

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Life filled to the brim as I stood by my window

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And looked out on those Brooklyn roads.

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I can still recall smells of cockin’ in the hallways

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Rubbers dryin’ in the doorways

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And report cards I was always afraid to show.

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Mama’d come to school as I’d sit there softly cryin’

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Teacher’d say: He’s just not tryin’!

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Got a good head, if he’d apply it.

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But you know yourself it’s always somewhere else.”

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I’d build me a castle with dragons and kings

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And I’d ride off with them as I stood by my window

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And looked out on those Brooklyn roads.

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Thought of goin’ back but all I’d see are stranger’s faces

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And all the scars that love erases

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But as my mind walks through those places

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I’m wonderin’ what’s become of them…

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Does some other young boy come home to my room?

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Does he dream what I did as he stands by my window

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And looks out on those Brooklyn roads