B. R. Hornsby/John Hornsby
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Walking on the sidewalk, roundball under my arm
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Everybody knows how you play is who you are
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Walking down the road, looking for a game or two
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The real moves come through, no matter what they're gonna do
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It's down to you
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Take me to the old playground
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Where the old ones rule, and the young ones do their time
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Take me to the old playground
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Where the talk is cheap
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And the restless stalk the baseline
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The old sage frowns, he says just pass it on around
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But all-world junior's pulling up from downtown
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For some it's a way out, for some it's a way in
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Most of us don't even care
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We're just looking for another gym to get in
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Take me to the old playground
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Where the old ones rule, and the young ones do their time
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Take me to the old playground
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Where some play from dreams
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And the rest just play for pride
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The old man said stop running with those boys
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But they know what to do and their folks don't mind the noise
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Say hey now, everybody's gonna get along
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Just call your own foul when you break the rules
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If you make it, take it, so make your move
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Take me to the old playground
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Where the old ones rule, and the young ones do their time
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Take me to the old playground
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Where the talk is cheap
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And the restless stalk the baseline
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The Old Playground
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| Bruce Hornsby |
