Brooklyn Roads Karaoke - Neil Diamond

This title is a cover of Brooklyn Roads as made famous by Neil Diamond

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Same as the original tempo: 120.56 BPM

In the same key as the original: A

Duration: 03:42 - Preview at: 01:58

Release date: 1968
Genres: Soft Rock, In English
Original songwriter: Neil Diamond

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Lyrics Brooklyn Roads

If I close my eyes
I can almost hear my mother
Callin' Neil go find your brother
Daddy's home and it's time for supper
Hurry on
And I see two boys racin' up two flights of staircase
Squirmin' into papa's embrace
And his whiskers warm on their face where is it gone
Oh where is it gone
Two floors above the butcher
First door on the right
And life filled to the brim as I stood by my window
And looked out on those
Brooklyn roads
I can still recall the smells of cookin' in the hallways
Rubbers drying in the doorways
And report cards
I was always afraid to show
Mama'd come to school and as I sit there softly crying
Teacher'd say he's just not trying
Got a good head if he'd apply it but you know yourself it's always somewhere else
I built me a castle with dragons and kings
And I'd ride off with them as I stood by my window
And looked out on those
Brooklyn roads
Thought of going back but all I'd see are stranger's faces
And all the scars that love erases
But as my mind walks through those places
I'm wonderin'
What's come of them
Does some other young boy
Come home to my room
Does he dream what I did as he stands by my window
And looks out on those
Brooklyn roads
Brooklyn roads

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