A Little Street Where Old Friends Meet 1932

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 19 Aug 2011
2011

Home sick. Heart sick,
nothing seems real;
That's how I feel today.
Home Town, my town,
I hear you call
Calling me far away.

I know a little street
where old friends meet,
I'd love to wander back some day,
To you it may be old
and sort o' tumble down,
But it means a lot to folks
in my home town.
Altho' I'm rich or poor
I still feel sure
I'm welcome as the flowers in May
It's just a little street
where old friends meet
and treat you in the same old way.

I know a little street
where old friends meet,
I'd love to wander back some day,
To you it may be old
and sort o' tumble down,
But it means a lot to folks
in my home town.
Altho' I'm rich or poor
I still feel sure
I'm welcome as the flowers in May
It's just a little street
where old friends meet
and treat you in the same old way.

Glad times, sad times,
both I have found,
Wandering round this earth
Home town, my town,
Oh how I've learned
That's how I learned your worth.

I know a little street
where old friends meet,
I'd love to wander back some day,
To you it may be old
and sort o' tumble down,
But it means a lot to folks
in my home town.
Altho' I'm rich or poor
I still feel sure
I'm welcome as the flowers in May
It's just a little street
where old friends meet
and treat you in the same old way.

I know a little street
where old friends meet,
I'd love to wander back some day,
To you it may be old
and sort o' tumble down,
But it means a lot to folks
in my home town.
Altho' I'm rich or poor
I still feel sure
I'm welcome as the flowers in May
It's just a little street
where old friends meet
and treat you in the same old way.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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A Little Street Where Old Friends Meet 1932
by Gus Kahn & Harry Woods
© MCMXXXII by Joe Morris Music Co.  New York
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Friday 19 August 2011 at 16.51
in association with Veda Meyer-Castens
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