Brooklyn Kid

	  		Brooklyn Kid     (nd) 
 
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Well I gotta friend that lives south of town 
 
 
Loves to sit and burn one down 
 
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Spin some vinyl on his stereo 
 
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Every now and then he speaks of war 
 
 
One tour of duty on a foreign shore 
 
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Fightin' for his way home 
 
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Fightin' for his way home 
 
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Returnin' home to his native land 
Left New York for Texas man 
Quieter times were in his cards 
He met a girl she met a man 
Dropped to his knees and he took her hand 
A simple life ain't that hard 
No, a simple life ain't all that hard 
 
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A new generation on the ground 
Nothin' in the world could bring him down 
Flyin' like he had wings 
Several years came and went 
Not one of them was poorly spent 
A good man's life he was chiselin' 
Yeah, a good man's life he was chiselin' \

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Reflecting on the Viet-Cong 
Uncle John's Band and a Dylan song 
Smellin' like it's supper time 
You know it brought a tear to his eye 
The day that Jerry Garcia died 
He said he was the genius of his time 
Yeah, A Friend of the Devil is a Friend of Mine 
 
Don't try to find it 
Make the time 
A couple of joints and a bottle of wine 
You'll be glad that you did 
With the Grateful Dead spinnin' round 
Kick your feet back and be astound 
By the life of the Brooklyn kid