Porter Wagoner House of Mulberry Street Letras:
house of mulberry street writer damon black there
was old dan, and skip, scooter and me in the
summertime we used to meet we wasted our time like
nickels and dimes at a house down on mulberry
street while old dan and skip was off chasing a
stick that we threw, me and scooter would laugh oh
she was my girl, that was my world i'd give this
one to get that one back she always complained
abouy the nickname that was given to her by her
dad he said she once cried for a scooter to ride
and he bought one with the last buck he had as if
it were today, i recall yesterday old dan just
layed down and died and the eyes of old skip
taught me something i'd missed cause i never did
know that dogs cried when scooter grew up she went
off to work as a model in some fashion town that
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just left old skip, so we took us a trip caught a
freight train, went ramblin around he died in the
cold and somewhere i got old i don't know just
when that occurred and my ramblin around has
brought me back to town but i'm really not lookin'
for work i just poked my head into a familiar old
shed that time has been trying to push down
there's two little wheels underneath of some steel
on a little red frame rusted brown was that skip
or old dan i thought brushed my hand was that
scooter i thought i heard laugh or just memories
of them out riding the wind that blew in to
welcome me back chorus oh the roof it all leaks,
and windows they squeak the paint is all faded
away but still in the shade sleeps the dreams that
we made our memories still dance there today i've
been many places, i've seen many faces, if given
one wish it would be for old dan, and skip,
scooter and me, and the house down on mulberry
street
Letras: House of Mulberry Street Porter Wagoner [final]