Kids In The Street - Justin Townes Earle

My best friend lived in this house

And we played ball in the street after school

God knows how he’s living now

I heard his mom lost the house and had to move

And sure, it’s looking better these days

Well it’s hard to believe

And this ain’t the way it was back in 1993

And those weren’t better days

But they still meant something to me

When we was kids out in the streets

Now there was a market on the corner, it was next to the car wash

And lazy weeping willow across the street in the light

Where the old men played dominoes on those hot summer days

Sweatin' the Wild Irish Rose out in the shade

And from Wedgewood to Granny White

Oh, and, Belmont to 8th

All these songs was broke into a host of sights and shapes

And that was lower-end livin'

Back when life was cheap

When we was kids out in the streets

Now it’s gone, blown on a lonely wind of change

Now I feel like I miss it most

Just 'cause I never thought that it could change

So I hear things are moving west these days

Same old cut and pasting, just filling the blanks

Standing here right now, though it brings a lot of pain

I smile when I think, yesterday

Back when life was something

Like 1, 2, 3

When we was kids out in the streets