In the heart of downtown, that's where we'd meet
Just kids with guitars to play for 43rd Street and knock 'em off their feet
Every Saturday night, maybe Sunday at noon, we played with all of our
might, just a mite out of tune. Yeah, we howled at the moon
These are the best days of my life
I've got a pretty good job and a beautiful wife
But I won't forget the glory of seventeen
When we used to meet out on 43rd street
When I listen real hard beneath the horns and the cars
I hear the echo of days when we live for guitars and the summer was ours
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We used to sing for anyone that would listen
We would play anything and every note just seemed to glisten and the people would stay
At least it seems that way
On 43rd yesterday I saw 2 boys with guitars.
I stopped and listened a while and dropped a five in the jar.
I said "You're gonna be stars"
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© 2005, John Gibbons & Charlie Ray