Pratt Street 歌词

Pratt Street that street where I was born and raised. I know that no one knows me as I walk along this street Revisiting the town that made a traveler out of me I hear a mother screaming at her kid that's done some wrong Daddy's gonna bust your hide when he gets home. Well, somewhere beans're cooking and they smell about half done I see a young girl hanging clothes to dry out in the sun She sees me looking at her and I guess it makes her sore She says ain't you ever seen a bra before. Pratt Street that street where I was born and raised. Two women lean across an old white weather-beaten fence One smiles at me and waves her beer and says hey come on in She tosses back her head when she discovers I won't speak Hey, you're not allowed to sell things on this street. Well, the factories're hummin' as they did so long ago Pratt Street is now blanketed with thirty years of smoke An old man tries in vain to put a muffler on a car With a hammer and a rusty pair of pliers. Pratt Street that street where I was born and raised. I flag a taxi down and ride on back to my hotel Things may change in heaven but they'd never change in hell They say you can't go home again but brother I was there And I suspect the people just don't care. Pratt Street that street where I was born and raised...