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The windows open
the wind blows on my face
the ocean smells like an old friend
reminding me of my younger days.
Etched in my memories
The times we went cruising down Ocean Avenue.
Street lights flash sounds of
The City By the Sea
rush through my head.
Living the fast life doing what
feels right with
no fears or regrets.
Show me a glimpse of the reckless nights
the chances I took that gave me my name.
The windows open
The wind blows on my face
The ocean smells like an old friend
reminding me of my younger days.
Playing my guitar on the boardwalk,
people stop to listen throwing cash
in my open guitar case, gave me money
to stop by Stone Pony and Mrs.Jays.
Walking By:
A Crazy lady shaking her head
spewing out words that no one could understand.
A homeless man with bags in his hands looking
like he's been to hell and back.
Jersey girls giving glances looking for boys
to hook up with for the night,
Lots of Jersey guys
hoping they would have the chance.
And the never forgotten "Johnny Bass"
always there Creating timeless
works of Art causing all to
take notice the
beauty of the shore.
Fast times went by too fast
The City By The Sea had it all.
Bands playing at every bar on the strip.
One night stands, Hookers,Gipsy's, Hippies,
Bikers, Cruisers, Wasted Youths,
looking to find excitement
to feel life in the flesh.
The windows open
The wind blows on my face.
the ocean smells like an old friend
reminding me of my younger days.
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And the Poets Down Here...
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Remind Me Of My Younger Days.
Remind me of my younger days.
Etched in my memories
times we went cruising down Ocean Avenue.
Street lights flash sounds of
The City By the Sea
rush through my head.
Living the fast life doing what
feels right with no fears or regrets.
Show me a glimpse of the reckless nights
the chances I took that gave me my name.
Remind me of my younger days.
Playing my guitar on the boardwalk,
crowds stop by to listen throwing cash
in my open guitar case,
Just enough money to stop by
Stone Pony and Mrs.Jays.
Walking By:
A crazy lady shaking her head
spewing out words that no one could understand.
A homeless man with bags in his hands looking
like he's been to hell and back.
Jersey girls giving glances looking for boys
to hook up with for the night,
Lots of Jersey guys
hoping they would have the chance.
Remind me of my younger days.
The never forgotten "Johnny Bass"
always there Creating timeless
works of Art causing all to
take notice
The Beauty Of The Shore.
Fast times went by too fast
The City By The Sea had it all.
Bands playing at the bars on the strip.
one night stands, Hookers,Gipsy's, Hippies,
Bikers, Cruisers, Wasted Youths,
looking to find excitement
to feel life in the flesh.
Remind me of my younger days.
S ROBINSON
{Remind Me Of My Younger Days}
Remind me of my younger days.
The City By the Sea rush through my head.
Living the fast life doing what feels right
with no fears or regrets.
Remind me of my younger days.
Playing my guitar on the boardwalk, crowds
stop by to listen throwing cash in my open
guitar case, just enough money to
stop by Stone Pony.
Walking By: A crazy lady shaking her head
spewing out words no one understands.
Homeless man with bags in his hands looking
like he's been to hell and back.
Jersey girls
looking for boys to hook up with,
Jersey guys hoping they would have
the chance.
Remind me of my younger days.
The never forgotten
"Johnny Bass" always there Creating timeless
works of Art causing all to take notice the
Beauty Of The Shore.
Shari Robinson
Copyright ©2006 Shari Robinson
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