An autobiographical song about being a child and moving
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An autobiographical song. My family moved on the coldest day of January 1959. Moving to the suburbs was not a great life experience.
Lyrics
It was the coldest day in January / We had to huddle for warmth
Me and Sister Roxy, sat on the boxes / As the trailer pulled away from 74th
We moved out of Milwaukee / And went to New Berlin
I wasn’t aware, when we got there / That I would never see Tommy again
This was the end of Catholic school / I was in the third grade
There’s no morning mass for public school class / Mom was afraid that my soul would stray
The new kids would all be heathens / Of this fact I was sure
They’d have fire filled nights and Pagan rites / They were the ones the our old Nuns prayed for
I remember my old neighbourhood / When I wanted my friend to come out
To play with guns or for other fun / I would stand on his porch and I’d shout
Oh Tommy, can you come out to play
It’s a beautiful day, won’t you come out to play.
They called this place Monterey Park / There was a farm at the end of the road
I saw how the farmer cared for his cows / While I hunted for mice, snakes and toads
I thought we’d live there forever / And I’d make a lot of new friends
Then cancer hit and Mom stayed sick / When she died our family came to an end
Now on a winter night when the moon is right and I’ve been been in my head all day
And feel the empty pain I call Tommy’s name, OOOOO
Oh Tommy can you come out to play
I need a beautiful day, won’t you come out to play
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