Lyrics

On Clinton Street
Words and music by Thomas Burns
I spent all my money for a good time
Then trudged on back to work come Monday morn
The day just seemed to drag on past forever
And on Tuesday I went back there for some more

I used to dream I'd be somebody I'd be proud of
I'd go out and make my fortunes right away
But I'm not like my brother in California
Who leads some picture-perfect life in Monterey

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And I'm not sure I've done my best
It's always been a rough
And ragged road that I've been on
And how I wound up here
A million miles from any dreams
I'll never know

I know a girl who sometimes calls me sweetheart
She is often lonely just like me
We might meet up again on Friday evening
And watch the sun go down on Clinton Street
On Clinton Street
Way down here on Clinton Street

My rooms are just a walk-up off the circle
My window overlooks Debbie's Cards And Gifts
I stop in about once a year at Christmas
And buy a box of cards for the few who're on my list

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I grabbed a morning paper off the counter
And saw a story there about my old hometown
I didn't know a single name it mentioned
But I slipped the pages in my pocket and took it home

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