Brooklyn Kid Lyrics

	作曲 : Canada
	Well I gotta friend that lives south of town
	Loves to sit and burn one down
	Spin some vinyl on his stereo
	Every now and then he speaks of war
	One tour of duty on a foreign shore
	Fightin' for his way home
	Fightin' for his way home
	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
	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

	zuo qu : Canada
	Well I gotta friend that lives south of town
	Loves to sit and burn one down
	Spin some vinyl on his stereo
	Every now and then he speaks of war
	One tour of duty on a foreign shore
	Fightin' for his way home
	Fightin' for his way home
	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
	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
	VietCong
	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

	zuò qǔ : Canada
	Well I gotta friend that lives south of town
	Loves to sit and burn one down
	Spin some vinyl on his stereo
	Every now and then he speaks of war
	One tour of duty on a foreign shore
	Fightin' for his way home
	Fightin' for his way home
	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
	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
	VietCong
	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

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