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      • A LIttle East Of Broadway

        Released Digitally on September 14, 2016

      • Lyrics

        By Brian Scully, Kate Scully and Jeff Andrews

        1. A LIttle East of Broadway

        My great-grandfather never really knew his son

        He'd battled with the bottle and the bottle won

        My gramps would often wander outside those barrooms where he'd play

        And he took with him that little piece

        As he walked away

         

        Just a little East of Broadway

        The dream of brighter lights

        In search of bigger stages

        A life of better nights

        The song he carried with him

        Every day of his life

        Just a little East of Broadway

        Where the planes fly low tonight

         

        Gramps he joined the Navy at only 17

        Home from the South Pacific to start a family

        And he lived his life in conflict with the one that he'd known

        Except that new piano he brought into his home

         

        Just a little East of Broadway

        The dream of brighter lights

        In search of bigger stages

        A life of better nights

        The song he carried with him

        Every day of his life

        Just a little East of Broadway

        Where the planes fly low tonight

         

        Despite the days and times, we are never out of song

        'Cause the music finds the laughter, as the voices sing along

        My uncle gave me my first guitar and it didn't take me long

        Gramps gave me that old piano and it's where I wrote this song

        On Sunday nights I play guitar in a bar downtown

        And I wonder if those years ago is where he came around

         

        And my friends on East Broadway

        Are waiting there to sing along

        We'll forget ourselves together

        In the chorus of a song

         

        Just a little East of Broadway

        The dream of brighter lights

        In search of bigger stages

        A life of better nights

        The song he carried with him

        Every day of his life

        Just a little East of Broadway

        Where the planes fly low tonight

      Dalton & the Sheriffs © 2024 | Photos Brian Doherty and Mike O'Donoghue

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