The Old Playground Lyrics
B. R. Hornsby/John HornsbyWalking on the sidewalk, roundball under my armEverybody knows how you play is who you areWalking down the road, looking for a game or twoThe real moves come through, no matter what they're gonna doIt's down to youTake me to the old playgroundWhere the old ones rule, and the young ones do their timeTake me to the old playgroundWhere the talk is cheapAnd the restless stalk the baselineThe old sage frowns, he says just pass it on aroundBut all-world junior's pulling up from downtownFor some it's a way out, for some it's a way inMost of us don't even careWe're just looking for another gym to get inTake me to the old playgroundWhere the old ones rule, and the young ones do their timeTake me to the old playgroundWhere some play from dreamsAnd the rest just play for prideThe old man said stop running with those boysBut they know what to do and their folks don't mind the noiseSay hey now, everybody's gonna get alongJust call your own foul when you break the rulesIf you make it, take it, so make your moveTake me to the old playgroundWhere the old ones rule, and the young ones do their timeTake me to the old playgroundWhere the talk is cheapAnd the restless stalk the baseline
Bruce Hornsby The Old Playground
