I know these streets and these backyards,
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this barn that's falling down.
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We come to where they're building now
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and ride our bikes around.
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And you think I'm just a little kid,
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some troubles on the way.
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Well, I knew this place before you did
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is all I've got to say.
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I'm only walking
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through these streets and all around.
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I'm only walking.
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I know this town.
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We come home through these fields at night
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about a million times.
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I'd walk the road with my eyes closed
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and all the paths besdies.
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And I know the boy who broke this fence,
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and I know his brother, too.
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And they'd never give me half a chance
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if I let on to you.
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I'm only walking
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through these streets and all around.
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I'm only walking.
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I know this town.
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I know this town.
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We dam the streams, we raid the shacks,
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and hide in boxcars on the tracks.
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We know these quarries in our sleep
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and where they're cold and where they're deep.
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I'll go down to the bowling alley
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and buy smokes and Dentyne.
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I find some loose change every day
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under that Coke machine.
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You check me out as you drive by
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like there was some big deal.
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Well I know so much you'll never find
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from there behind the wheel.
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I'm only walking
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through these streets and all around.
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I'm only walking.
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I know this town.
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I know this town.
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I know this town.
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I know this town.
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I Know This Town
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Bette Midler |