Yesterday I was a boy again
Today once again I am a man
Child memories that came back
My first home a tiny shack
946 SQ no bedroom of my own
Mom in the bedroom clothes being sewn
Dad would return after a day of boozing
He could stay away if it was our choosing
Sis and Mom are gone now
Barney is in doggy heaven
Dad had the luck of the Irish
For he only knew me as a boy
That I never avenged his beatings
That he burned in a house fire does not annoy
Gee but the games played are fond memories
The day we won the Christmas tournament
72 teams all over the city
and we kids from the ghetto were number one
The fights in school an Irish kid would not run
The only real fight with dad it was I held the gun
But what was neat about vising the past
All bad memories forgotten ten miles down the road
For the boy in the car now replaced by a man growing old