Brooklyn Kid
Well I gotta friend that lives south of tow
Loves to sit and burn one dow
Spin some vinyl on his stere
Every now and then he speaks of wa
One tour of duty on a foreign shor
Fightin' for his way hom
Fightin' for his way hom
Returnin' home to his native lan
Left New York for Texas ma
Quieter times were in his card
He met a girl she met a ma
Dropped to his knees and he took her han
A simple life ain't that har
No, a simple life ain't all that har
A new generation on the groun
Nothin' in the world could bring him dow
Flyin' like he had wing
Several years came and wen
Not one of them was poorly spen
A good man's life he was chiselin
Yeah, a good man's life he was chiselin
Reflecting on the Viet-Con
Uncle John's Band and a Dylan son
Smellin' like it's supper tim
You know it brought a tear to his ey
The day that Jerry Garcia die
He said he was the genius of his tim
Yeah, A Friend of the Devil is a Friend of Min
Don't try to find i
Make the tim
A couple of joints and a bottle of win
You'll be glad that you di
With the Grateful Dead spinnin' round
Kick your feet back and be astoun
By the life of the Brooklyn kid
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