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(Harold Reid - Don Reid) It started about the time she was born Her risen' above the raisin' of corn Her midwestern dream of winnin' the world And she was always my neighborhood girl. She made cheerleader and I made the team I carried her books while she carried her dreams Of magazine covers and Hollywood worlds And she was always my neighborhood girl. I went in the Navy when war came along And cried every time I heard a love song For as I was sailin' halfway around the world I still loved my neighborhood girl. --- Instrumental --- I came home one Christmas on thirty days leave The things that I heard I couldn't believe She still had dreams that were out of this world But she was now the neighborhood girl. Two wars have come and gone in between And all of my sons are now in their teens I read in the paper she's now left this world And I cried one last time for my neighborhood girl. My neighborhood girl... |