Rug Burns - Holliston Street Lyrics
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Holliston Street
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What Are The Lyrics For Holliston Street By Rug Burns?
We lived on Holliston Street in the sixties
We didn't need much back then, just a smile And daddy would sing And buy us ice cream And we would listen Uncle Louie would come over for dinner on Sundays He taught piano to my sister, Kath And I'd stand behind And imitate him And she would laugh And he'd get mad And if I knew then what I know now I wouldn't rush the growing old I'd take the flu, the measles, and the blues And I guess I'd do as I was told Kathy would walk up ahead, and I'd follow She seemed so big back then, and me so small And mommy would give Me one dime, and her two nickels And I would cry 'cause she got more And if I knew then what I know now I wouldn't rush the growing old I'd take the flu, the measles, and the blues And I guess I'd do as I was told They let us stay up real late to watch Ed Sullivan We saw The Beatles two times that year And daddy would laugh And say, look at that dumb hair! But I liked John Man, I loved John And I'd give up candy for lent in the springtime And mama was proud And so were the nuns I thought it was okay to eat the candy If the wrapper was on I was just sucking out the juices The juices of life And if I knew then what I know now I wouldn't rush the growing old I'd take the flu, the measles, and the blues And I guess I'd do as I was told |
Who Wrote Holliston Street By Rug Burns?
Steve Poltz
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