Stones country rocker about growing up on the streets of New York
Bob Maloney words and music
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Raised in New York City (haven't grown up yet !)
Raised in New York City (haven't grown up yet)
I was raised in New York City
Haven't grown up yet.
Trying to remember
But I'd rather just forget.
Hanging out on corners
And in the park.
Drinking beers and blowing smoke,
'Till after dark.
Just a boy in high school,
Going to the dance.
Trying to act cool,
Wearing fancy pants.
'Cause I was raised in NYC,
Haven't grown up yet.
Trying to remember,
But - I'd rather just forget.
Went to all the gang wars -
Rough way to play.
Always had it in my mind.
I'd rather run away.
Raised in NYC -
Haven't grown up yet,
Trying to remember
I'd rather just forget.
Didn't like the tough guys.
Pushing me around.
Always wished deep down inside
I put them through the ground.
Raised in New York City -
Haven't grown up yet
Trying to remember,
I'd rather just forget.
Hanging out on corners
And in ….. INWOOD PARK….
Drinking beers and blowing smoke.
'Till after dark.
Just a boy in high school
Going to the dance
Trying to ‘ act cool.’
Wearing fancy pants.
Raised in New York City
Haven't grown up yet
Trying to remember,
But - I'd rather just forget.
I was raised in New York City
Haven't grown up yet,
Trying to remember
I'd rather just forget.
© 2001 ROBERT MALONEY
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