Bruce Hornsby - 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 theyre gonna doIts 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 juniors pulling up from downtownFor some its a way out, for some its a way inMost of us dont even careWere 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 dont mind the noiseSay hey now, everybodys 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
