Cornelist Street

Sitting in this crowded bar The whiskey through over my throat Every night was a drinking big time Walkaway at Cornelist street, With hurt feelings and empty feel We had a place that we could call this home Another night of lonely time Have no girl but still alright At least I have all my friend for share Night at Cornelist street, Under the thousand stars And the moon shines bright And the kids were feeling alright Empty wallet and no money Never lonely even we far from home We still laughing and drinking around Some people say that we were wrong Somebody said that we had no future But we still believe our heart and our hope