#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------# # From: "Chavez128" <Chavez128@cox.net> Subject: "Booklyn Kid" by Cross Canadian Ragweed Date: Thu, 26 Sep 2002 18:47:03 -0500 Jason Cuevas Cross Canadian Ragweed Album: Purple Brooklyn Kid (capo 2nd) D Well I gotta friend that lives south of town Loves to sit and burn one down G C D Spin some vinyl on his stereo D Every now and then he speaks of war One tour of duty on a foreign shore G C D Fightin' for his way home G C D Fightin' for his way home G C D Returnin' home to his native land Left New York for Texas man Quieter times were in his cards He met a girl she met a man Dropped to his knees and he took her hand A simple life ain't that hard No, a simple life ain't all that hard G C D A new generation on the ground Nothin' in the world could bring him down Flyin' like he had wings Several years came and went Not one of them was poorly spent A good man's life he was chiselin' Yeah, a good man's life he was chiselin' Reflecting on the Viet-Cong Uncle John's Band and a Dylan song Smellin' like it's supper time You know it brought a tear to his eye The day that Jerry Garcia died He said he was the genius of his time Yeah, A Friend of the Devil is a Friend of Mine Don't try to find it Make the time A couple of joints and a bottle of wine You'll be glad that you did With the Grateful Dead spinnin' round Kick your feet back and be astound By the life of the Brooklyn kid