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Lost Alamos: Music

Kickin' Stones

(Lost Alamos)
© Brian Daniell 2007 ASCAP


From a feeling comes an image, from the image, a sketch, in this case a Dickensian one.


Growin’ up so hard and poor in the back street town
Only place a life can go is all the way down
Worn-out overcoat three sizes too small
Pray the winter ain’t too bad and it’s just early fall

Starin’ in a window--near an inch of frost
Is there something in there the rich folks have lost?
Can you buy a good heart, does the warmth go on sale?
Will your fortune finally come with a letter in the mail?

Why do kids like Jimmy never get to say?
Why do kids like Jimmy always have to pay?
Why do kids like Jimmy only get to play?
Kickin’ stones on frozen ground
Kickin’ stones on frozen ground

All grown up so handsome in the city on a hill
Passin’ though the best streets--his lover dressed to kill
Wear the finest overcoat--had it made just this fall
Forget you were that poor kid--stand up straight and tall

Starin’ out a window through an inch of frost
There’s some use in bein’ rich, but, oh, what a cost
Can you buy a warm heart, does your love go on sale?
Will your fortune leave like a ship setting sail?

Why do kids like Jimmy never get to say?
Why do kids like Jimmy always have to pay?
Why do kids like Jimmy only get to play?
Kickin’ stones on frozen ground
Kickin’ stones on frozen ground
Kickin’ stones on frozen ground