. But I can wish. So I'll take me. Down to Main street. And that's where I. Select my imaginary dish. . Standing on a corner. Watching all the girls go by. Standing on a corner giving. All the
. So I take me down to main street. And that's where I select my imaginary dish. . You find me standing on a corner watching all the girls go by. Hanging around the corner giving all the girls the
,. And he blows it on the harp. Down On The Corner. Out in the street. Willy and the poor boys are playin'. Bring a nickel. Tap your feet. Rooster hits the washboard. And people just got smile
niggaz rob or kill. And dyin' just to make a livin', huh?. . (Spoken Lost Prophets). We overstated, we underrated, we educated. The corner was our time when time stood still and. Gators and
niggaz rob or kill. And dyin' just to make a livin', huh?. . (Spoken Lost Prophets). We overstated, we underrated, we educated. The corner was our time when time stood still and. Gators and
up . Willy picks a tune out and he blows it on the harp . Down on the corner, out in the street . 'Willy And The Poor Boys' are playin' . Bring a nickel, tap your feet . Rooster hits the washboard and
You don't know till you been in my corner. Know till you been in my shoes. Know if your love is for true, yeah. Only them who feel it knows. Only them who feel it knows Ah, boys in the street
. . Down on the corner, out in the street. Willy and the poor boys are playin'. Bring a nickel, tap your feet. . Rooster hits the washboard and people just got to smile. Blinky, thumps the gut bass and
. . Down On The Corner, out in the street,. Willy and the Poorboys are playin';. Bring a nickel; tap your feet. . Rooster hits the washboard and people just got to smile,. Blinky, thumps the gut bass
. . Down On The Corner, out in the street,. Willy and the Poorboys are playin';. Bring a nickel; tap your feet. . Rooster hits the washboard and people just got to smile,. Blinky, thumps the gut bass
you in the corner of an eye in need of a good night's sleep. And all I need is to close my eyes to find my dreams. And all I had was the cry of the trains. As we bid farewell on Beacon Street And
