Old Georgetown

Cobblestone streets, a cherry blossom for old Georgetown At Old Mac's we'd meet And speak of the friends we don't see around anymore I wonder what happened to pretty Jane's pot of gold By the way do you know what a hippie does when he's old And it's too late to turn back now Summertime sweet, neon and never in old Georgetown Stoned on my feet And dressed like a lunatic circus clown and what for Singing a protest song puttin' down the war I hardly recall what I stood for in '64 Living in old Georgetown Both feet off the ground Riding so high on a merry-go-round Up so high I can't come down anymore Whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh When feeling good was easy and Cancer was my sign Getting down with the midnight crowd Trying to save mankind Whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Take me M street, across Key Bridge far from old Georgetown Don't bury my feet Just give me a dream that's not hand me down to the floor Got a hole in my heart I can feel from my head to my toe And I don't have a clue what I'm gonna do now I'm old And it's too late to turn back now Living in old Georgetown Both feet off the ground Riding so high on a merry-go-round Up so high I can't come down anymore Whoa oh oh oh oh oh Whoa oh oh oh oh oh Whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh