Brooklyn Kid Lyrics - Singles - Cross Canadian Ragweed

Well I gotta friend that lives south of town 

Loves to sit and burn one down 

Spin some vinyl on his stereo 

Every now and then he speaks of war 

One tour of duty on a foreign shore 

Fightin' for his way home 

Fightin' for his way home 

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 

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' 

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