Hawkeye Road - Tony Carey

The wars looked like they were over

Everybody seemed to have a job

My old man put us down in the high clover

Three bedrooms on a quarter acre lot

And we were Daniel Boone and Davy Crockett

Fort Apache in the orchard 'cross the street

Out all day zoomin' 'round like rocket ships

My mama’d only call us in to eat

And they say that you can never go home again

If you do there won’t be anybody there

I can still hear the choir in the church where we wnt

I can still smell summer in the air

On Hawkye road

And I found out just what I wanted

It was nineteen fifty nine

I knew just what I was going to be

Playing felt like flying without even trying

And it still feels just like flying to me

Got a real Lowrey organ on one of my birthdays

My father must’ve robbed a bank to pay for that

They let us set it up in the living room and play and play and play

They never got that living room back

And they say that you can never go home again

And if you do there won’t be anybody there

I can still hear the choir in the church where we went

I can still smell summer in the air

And that house is still standing where it used to be

But fort Apache hasn’t been there in a while

There’s a highway running through the walnut trees

And the traffic seems to go on for miles

On Hawkeye road