(H. Woods, G. Kahn)
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It's just a little street
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Where old friends meet,
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I'd love to wander back
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Someday.
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To you, it may be old,
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And sort of tumbled down,
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But it means a lot to folks
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In my hometown.
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Although I'm rich or poor,
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I still feel sure
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I'm welcome as the flowers in May.
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It's just a little street
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Where old friends meet,
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And treat you in the same old way.
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~interlude~
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Although I'm rich or poor,
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I still feel sure
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I'm welcome as the flowers in May.
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It's just a little street
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Where old friends meet,
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And treat you in the same old way.
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A Little Street Where Old Friends Meet
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| Nat King Cole |
