The Downtown Blues
The Downtown Blues A touch of gold is no longer inthe atmosphere for...it has goneYet the dirt embeddedurban streets still remain...The old jail house is still there...Even the railroad tracks...Along the riverProtesters still bother to comeWith signs for hope of a better futureThe downtown blues sing a songOf dreary harmonies...Of the good ol' daysWhere men in their finest suits came across townI'm just talkin' about the good ol' daysWhen everybody smiledAnd the great depression...was from town to townBoys in their suspenders playin' tee ballLittle girls clutchin' their rag dolls...Their favorite babies...just to go shopping... Written November 26th, 2001 © on Nov 25 2001 10:42 PM PST 0 • 1
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"The Downtown Blues A touch of gold is no longer inthe atmosphere for...it has goneYet the dirt embeddedurban streets still remain...The old jail house is still there...Even the railroad tracks...Along the riverProtesters still bother to comeWith signs for hope of a better futureThe downtown blues sing a songOf dreary harmonies...Of the good ol' daysWhere men in their finest suits came across townI'm just talkin' about the good ol' daysWhen everybody smiledAnd the great depression...was from town to townBoys in their suspenders playin' tee ballLittle girls clutchin' their rag dolls...Their favorite babies...just to go shopping......"