Lyrics Old Neighborhood - David Bromberg, Widespread Panic

Old Neighborhood

You gotta stop this car and let me out
There’s something funky here’ll make a grown man shout
I can see little boys chasing after scoop ball
Back when our dreams were so big
And our hands were so small
Oh, it’s stopping the whole neighborhood
Man, just look around
Big brother and sister been my friends before
I was just a little cranky boy, never really knew the score
I stole your money and took your records too
Brother, while you were away I was still running from you
Oh, memories of the old neighborhood
Now some folks stay at home and some folks go away
Boys will go to war, some cats go astray
Watching baseball while the radio’s low
Looking out at the streetlights for the first signs of snow
Lord, give me some snow, man, I need a snow day
Oh, memories of the old neighborhood
That place used to be a candy store right over there
I got my first kiss right outside that place