They Killed My Street

They Killed My Street
by Tom Chapin
© The Last Music Co. (ASCAP)

They killed my street in Brooklyn,
Don’t know it any more
The apartment house where I grew up,
The corner grocery store
There was no obituary,
No grieving cards were sent
Those days and ways just disappeared,
The world that was just went
They killed my street, killed my city.
It’ll never be the same
Like I awoke and found it broken
What a crying shame, what a crying shame

When they kill a street in Brooklyn,
It don’t make the evening news
No fond goodbyes, no teary eyes,
No-one sings the blues
“Should have seen it in the old days,”
You’ll hear your own voice say
When they kill your street in your hometown,
Some old rainy day
They killed my street, killed my city.
It’ll never be the same
They killed my street, knocked me off my feet.
What a crying shame, what a crying shame.

This song appears on Tom Chapin's Hold Our Ground CD.

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