My Song

My sing goes like this time after time I read bedtime stories back then there were no worries simple kids go to the store big momma did her floors pops cut all the boys hair at the barbershop snowballs in the summer time wind mills in the wind Italian ices on 18th street Chicago style hotdogs jew town polishes Greek town old town new town uptown oh Lincoln park zoo dreams of being the first black Supreme Court Justice I sing my song only after the blues stopped playing on Maxwell street Written by Yolanda Nicholsen May 14th 2004 right before my sons graduation Fort Myers Florida My Sons Graduation Day