On The Boulevard

Pat Flynn

On the Boulevard

Well, I got a room over the boulevard
With a window on the second floor.
Yea, I can watch the daily parade go by,
Right outside my door.
I'm drinkin' short darks for the cheer
And I got a little time to kill,
With the one that makes me feel just fine,
I can tell you she's a friend of mine.

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Life ain't very hard,
Life ain't very hard,
Life ain't very hard on the boulevard.

When the sun goes down under the boulevard,
The'll be music underneath the lights,
Yea, the whole town's getting their headaches
Here on Friday and Saturday nights.
They're drinkin' short darks for the cheer
And they drink a little more than they spill.
Keep the young ones dancin' till they can't stand,
I feel like a medicine man.

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Anything you want you can find it here,
on the boulevard,
a place to meet someone a place to disappear,
on the boulevard,
you know it makes no difference what you do, it's all up to you,
on the boulevard,
nobody's emba­rrassed by what they do, what they do, what they do.

I was talkin' to the old senora,
She'd tell me stories ‚bout the good old days,
When they were livin‘ on nothing but
Love and beans and the wine that her old man made.
They drank short darks for the cheer
And they parked up on the hill.
She said she got nervous, like a young girl can,
Lord, how she misses that man.

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