Old Georgetown Lyrics

Cobblestone streets, a cherry blossom for old Georgetown

At Old Mac's we'd meet

And speak of the friends we don't see around anymore

I wonder what happened to pretty Jane's pot of gold

By the way do you know what a hippie does when he's old

And it's too late to turn back now

Summertime sweet, neon and never in old Georgetown

Stoned on my feet

And dressed like a lunatic circus clown and what for

Singing a protest song puttin' down the war

I hardly recall what I stood for in '64

Living in old Georgetown

Both feet off the ground

Riding so high on a merry-go-round

Up so high I can't come down anymore

Whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

When feeling good was easy and Cancer was my sign

Getting down with the midnight crowd

Trying to save mankind

Whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Take me M street, across Key Bridge far from old Georgetown

Don't bury my feet

Just give me a dream that's not hand me down to the floor

Got a hole in my heart I can feel from my head to my toe

And I don't have a clue what I'm gonna do now I'm old

And it's too late to turn back now

Living in old Georgetown

Both feet off the ground

Riding so high on a merry-go-round

Up so high I can't come down anymore

Whoa oh oh oh oh oh

Whoa oh oh oh oh oh

Whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh