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Ogalalla Boulevard - Carey, Tony

He was born in brownstone turn-of-the-century walkup flat

He was lookin' pretty windblown down out and dirty when

I crossed his track

I was a stranger didn't know much

I didn't walk the walk

And he gave me a smile that his eyes never touched

He said we gotta have a talk

Said there's a whole lotta ways of seein' these things

From the outside lookin' in

If you want to get along you gotta walk down the line

The line is long and thin

You try to make it playin' easy rider

They're gonna carry you out

You want to play it like a six-gun fighter

See what it's all about

Down on Ogalala Boulevard

On the corner of Mercy Street

On Ogalala Boulevard

Where the livin' is short and sweet

Down on Ogalala Boulevard way down

Down on Ogalala Boulevard

Well I might have been a nobody might have been young

I might have been a little bit green

But I knew that my mama's favorite son

Was never ever gonna make that scene, no

You try to make it playin' easy rider

They're gonna carry you out

You want to play it like a six-gun fighter

See what it's all about

Down on Ogalala Boulevard...

On the corner of Mercy Street

On Ogalala Boulevard

Where the livin' is short and sweet

Down on Ogalala Boulevard way down

Down on Ogalala Boulevard

Way down

There's a time to turn and walk away

There's a time to get where you're goin'

If I learned one single thing from him that day

It's keep your head in the air

And see just where the wind is

Blowin' - down on Ogalala Boulevard

On the corner of Mercy Street

On Ogalala Boulevard

Where the livin' is short and sweet

Down on Ogalala Boulevard way down

Down on Ogalala Boulevard

Way down

Down on Ogalala Boulevard way down

Down on Ogalala Boulevard way down