Brooklyn Kid(Live) - Cross Canadian Ragweed

Brooklyn Kid - Cross Canadian Ragweed
Written by：Cody Canada
Well I gotta friend that lives south of town
Loves to sit and burn one down
Spin some vinyl on his stereo
Every now and then he speaks of war
One tour of duty on a foreign shore
Fightin' for his way home
Yeah fightin' for his way home
Returnin' home to his native land
Left New York for Texas man
Quieter times were in his cards
Oo he met a girl she met a man
Dropped to his knees and he took her hand
Simple life ain't that hard
No a simple life ain't all that hard
New generation on the ground
Nothin' in the world could bring him down
Flyin' like
He had wings
Several years came and went
Not one of them was poorly spent
Good man's life he was chiselin'
Yeah a good man's life he was chiselin'
Reflecting on the Viet Cong
Uncle John's Band and a Dylan song
Smellin' like it's supper time
You know it brought tear to his eye
The day that Jerry Garcia died
He said he was the genius of his time
Saying it
Yeah a Friend of the devil is a friend of mine
Sing it later
Don't try to find it make the time
A couple of joints and a bottle of wine
You'll be glad that you did
With the grateful dead spinnin' round
Kick your feet back be astound
But by the life
Of Brooklyn kid
Lot of done
Na na na
Lot of done na na nanan na