(h. woodsg. kahn) It's just a little street Where old friends meet I'd love to wander back Someday. To youit may be old And sort of tumbled down But it means a lot to folks In my hometown. Although I'm rich or poor I still feel sure I'm welcome as the flowers in may. It's just a little street Where old friends meet And treat you in the same old way. ~interlude~ Although I'm rich or poor I still feel sure I'm welcome as the flowers in may. It's just a little street Where old friends meet And treat you in the same old way.
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