House On Mulberry Street - Porter Wagoner

There was old dan, and skip, scooter and me

In the summertime we used to meet

We wasted our time like nickels and dimes

At a house down on mulberry street

While old dan and skip was off chasing a stick that we threw

Me and scooter would laugh oh she was my girl

That was my world i’d give this one to get

That one back she always complained abouy the nickname

That was given to her by her dad he said she once cried

For a scooter to ride and he bought one with the last buck

He had as if it were today, i recall yesterday old dan just layed down

And died and the eyes of old skip taught me something i’d missed

Cause i never did know that dogs cried when scooter grew up

She went off to work as a model in some fashion town

That just left old skip, so we took us a trip caught a freight train

Went ramblin around he died in the cold and somewhere i got old

I don’t know just when that occurred and my ramblin around

Has brought me back to town but i’m really not lookin' for work

I just poked my head into a familiar old shed that time

Has been trying to push down there’s two little wheels

Underneath of some steel on a little red frame rusted brown

Was that skip or old dan i thought brushed my hand

Was that scooter i thought i heard laugh or just memories

Of them out riding the wind that blew in to welcome me back

Oh the roof it all leaks, and windows they squeak

The paint is all faded away but still in the shade sleeps

The dreams that we made our memories still dance there today

I’ve been many places, i’ve seen many faces

If given one wish it would be for old dan, and skip, scooter and me

And the house down on mulberry street