NEW SONG
THE LAST NATIVE NEW YORKER
some folks
come to the city
they don’t find it
so pretty
people come and go
some folks
come for the glory
they don’t pick up
the story
telling comes and goes
they haven’t lived it
they sing it
they haven’t walked it
but they talk it
in their way
sometimes she feels like
the last native new yorker
hanging with the ghosts
of avenue D
this old neighborhood
is fast disappearing
nothing new for her
to see
she knows
when to be happy
won’t roll just to
be happy
hours come and go
she knows
what’s ’round the corner
no need, no need
to warn her
fashion comes and goes
she doesn’t sing it
she lives it
she doesn’t talk it
she walks it
every day
sometimes she feels like
the last native new yorker
hanging with the ghosts
of Avenue D
this old neighborhood
is fast disappearing
nothing new for her
to see
harlem to wall street
it all looks the same
never was main street
it’ll come round again
and again
and again
sometimes she feels like
the last native new yorker
hanging with the ghosts
of avenue D
this old neighborhood
is fast disappearing
I think she’ll always
feel this free
Music and lyrics by Paul Fairall and Linda Danz.
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