people going coming
traffic always humming
a sweet city song
everyone your neighbor
living at a flavor
with a sweet city song
there was a certain way
that the city sound
made you glad you belonged
i remember now
that the rhythm somehow
made me want to sing along
do do do do sweet city song
do do do do sweet city song
oh come on along
boxes on a brick wall
boys are playing stickball
the chicks are walking by
something bout their sweaters
made you play a little better
or at least you’d try
meanwhile on the corner
a group is singing
in threepart harmony
there was a time
when you couldn’t find
a better place to be
do do do do sweet city song
do do do do sweet city song
do do do do sweet city song
come on
johnny ride the pony
the dodger’s own symphoney
an egg cream at the
corner candy store
radio and dancing slow
who could ask for more
do do do do sweet city song
do do do do sweet city song
do do do do sweet city song
come on along
hello jack it’s good to be back
i been away at school
yeah ed i heard what you said
you know that i’m no fool
i know that it’s changing
i see that it’s changed
i know that it’s changing
i see that it’s changed
but goodbye is too hard
for me to say
when i still believe
the good things
outweigh the bad
i think of all the
good times we had
think of all the
good times we had
a junkie steals a mayor deals
who knows what’s coming next
traffic jams and greedy hands
did you read it in the text
of the daily news
the subway blues
how does your garden grow
and the strikes and the likes
all lined up in a row
something is wrong here
it doesn’t belong here
people are locking themselves
behind their own four walls
it falls from the skies here
but no one’s surprised here
and maybe that’s the
saddest part of all
jesus freaks
mohammad speaks
the lord is on their team
tenements and midtown rents
all rich and poor no inbetween
say a prayer and breathe the air
in the cold or heat
when evening falls the city calls
but the lights only shine
on empty streets
something is wrong here
doesn’t belong here
people are locking themselves
behind their own four walls
falls from the skies here
no one’s surprised here
maybe that’s the
saddest part of all
something is wrong here
doesn’t belong here
people are locking themselves
behind their own four walls
falls from the skies here
no one’s surprised here
maybe that’s the
saddest part of all
i think of her
i think of life’s own music
at least that’s the way
it used to be
i think of her and i
see the children laughing
but it’s only on the streets
of my memory
and i never felt so lonely
and so helpless
wishing that i didn’t
know the truth
but they tell me
that a friend is dying
and there’s nothing
in this world i can do
when she was good
it was oh so good
you were blessed
if she smiled on you
you could be king
if she believed your story
when it was over
if she laughed at you
now i’ve never felt so lonely
and so helpless
i’m wishing that i
didn’t know the truth
they tell me
that a friend is dying
and there is nothing
in this world that i can do
the hands that used to
reach out to everybody
now they’re lying by her side
and her eyes are closed
no one really knows
if she can make it through
another night
still most of what i love
is locked inside her
everything i thought
i’d ever need
my heart keeps crying
you’ve got to hold on
a little bit longer
but my head is sure
that it’s time to leave
and i’ve never felt so lonely
and so helpless
i’m wishing that i
didn’t know the truth
and they tell me that
my friend is dying
and there’s nothing
in this world that i can do
i’ve never felt so lonely
and so helpless
i’m wishing that i
didn’t know the truth
they tell me that
a friend a friend is dying
oh new york city
can you say it ain’t true
can you tell me now
before i’m leaving you
i’d give anything i own
just to believe in you again
Artist: Cashman West
Year: 1972
Decade: 70s
Language: en
Word Count: 365