Urban acoustic Roots n Blues
J. Renard Collette Copyright 2008 ASCAP
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ake me back a yard
take me back again
take me back a yard yard
take me back again
Brooklyn town is callin' to me
if yer ever down here in Brooklyn
stop by my neighborhood (x2)
my door's always open, unless
ya don't meen me no good
spent alota years travelin'
theres good folks in every single town (x2)
but if ya don't do rite by yer people
they won't have you around
take me back a yard
take me back again
take me back a yard yard
take me back again
Brooklyn town is callin' to me
I love to learn somethin'
new from everybody that I meet (x2)
so come on old man and
show me everything you've seen
I wish I could
jump 'pon the beat
ride it rite back to Brooklyn
so I could stand 'pon Flatbush
eating jerk chicken patty's
g'wan to the bodega just to
get myself irie
hop 'pon the trai g'wan go
visit me mommy
not me baby gal
but the one that raised me
to know
rite from wrong
and always to show this
strive fi the betterment
and always take notice
where ya blessed
not where you fall short
and live yer live like
there's nuthin' ya can't afford
real friends are hard ta find
they come and go all the time (x2)
turn 'round an' leave you
sure as the sun will shine
take me back a yard
take me back again
take me back a yard yard
take me back again
Brooklyn town is callin' to me
if yer ever down here in Brooklyn
stop by my neighborhood (x2)
my door's always open, unless
ya don't meen me no good
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