A retrospective look at city life
acoustic singersongwriter
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Story behind the song
Read the book "Brown Girl Brownstone" and this took shape. Spent a long time working on this one. A good show of hard work paying off.
Lyrics
"Brownstones" - copyright 2004 Chris Kent
I wandered out one August night
Never thought I would see the sight
Broken glass and ceiling panes
Dirty sidewalks and cracking dranes
I must have walked fifteen blocks
Passing by the coffee stands and costume shops
There I saw you with that look in your eye
The gentle touch of a warm July
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Where we'd sit and we'd talk about heaven
Laugh and dream and the whole nine yards
Lazy livin' is hard to imagine
When you close your eyes
And you see the steps of those borwnstones
I never knew why I chose to run
Into the folds of that setting sun
Those Summer days made wet with rain
Swallowed my lovin' and gave me pain
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Bridge:
And I spent sixteen years
Shovelin' mud and dirt
Just tryin' to forget the sort of life we led
And I spent sixteen years
Never thinkin' or wonderin'
Just how long I would keep these children fed
I was a child lost and confused
I was abandoned, afraid and abused
Those brownstones lined the streets of my city
The neighborhood where I made my way
Chorus