Remember that country house we used to own
The one with the busted fence
We'd sit on our porches and greet all the passers by
Not giving more than a glimpse
In that little town off the border of Pittsburgh
We knew every face, every smile, every laugh
Remember the luster of a freshly dampened sidewalk
How the children would purposely Splash
Oh we worked in Señor Gonzales's shop
Preparing the lunch after lunch
Mrs. Petunia would give me a tip
And say "keep the change, don't show your boss"
On my way home, I'd pass Mark and his kids
Playing with a round orange ball
He and his kids have a big house with a sturdy yard
Complete with a bathroom stall
And the street boy is practicing violin
On his way to Carnegie Hall
When a hobo says "hi" to you
Time to go inside for you
That's when you'll get my call
Get my call
The one with the busted fence
We'd sit on our porches and greet all the passers by
Not giving more than a glimpse
In that little town off the border of Pittsburgh
We knew every face, every smile, every laugh
Remember the luster of a freshly dampened sidewalk
How the children would purposely Splash
Oh we worked in Señor Gonzales's shop
Preparing the lunch after lunch
Mrs. Petunia would give me a tip
And say "keep the change, don't show your boss"
On my way home, I'd pass Mark and his kids
Playing with a round orange ball
He and his kids have a big house with a sturdy yard
Complete with a bathroom stall
And the street boy is practicing violin
On his way to Carnegie Hall
When a hobo says "hi" to you
Time to go inside for you
That's when you'll get my call
Get my call
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