Porter Wagoner House On Mulberry Street Lyrics

There was old Dan and Skip, Scooter and me
In the summertime we used to meet
We wasted our time like nickels and dimes
At a house down on Mulberry street
While old Dan and Skip was off chasing a stick
That we threw me and scooter would laugh
She was my girl, that was my world
I'd give this one to get that one back

She always complained about the nickname
That was given to her by her dad
He said she once cried for a scooter to ride
And he bought one with the last buck he had
As if it were today, I recall yesterday
Old Dan just laid down and died
And the eyes of old Skip taught me something I'd missed
'Cause I never did know that dogs cried

When Scooter grew up, she went off to work
As a model in some fashion town
That just left old skip, so we took us a trip
Caught a freight train went ramblin' around
He died in the cold and somewhere I got old I don't know just when that occurred
And my ramblin' around has brought me back to town
But I'm really not lookin' for work

I just poked my head into a familiar old shed
That time has been trying to push down
There's two little wheels underneath of some steel
On a little red frame rusted brown
Was that skip or old Dan I thought brushed my hand
Was that scooter I thought I heard laugh
Or just memories of them out riding the wind
That blew in to welcome me back

Oh, the roof it all leaks, and windows, they squeak
The paint is all faded away
But still in the shade sleeps the dreams that we made
Our memories still dance there today
I've been many places, I've seen many faces
If given one wish it would be
For old Dan and Skip, Scooter and me
And the house down on Mulberry street

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