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Tommy Roe

Cabbagetown

 

Cabbagetown


Take me back to Cabbagetown
Where I used to live in a little house
On Wile E. Street
I wanna be where folks are folks
Neighbors help the neighbors make end's meet

I've been to San Francisco, worked in old St. Lou
But I wanna hang with friends and eat some Georgia barbecue

In Cabbagetown, Cabbagetown

Gotta get back to Cabbagetown
The music that they play there is out of sight
Alright
I know a little place to go
Where the band is cooking every night

I almost starved in Boston, froze to death in Maine
But this old boy's gonna be alright when I get off that train

In Cabbagetown, Cabbagetown
Ah, play me one, Johnny

On my way to Cabbagetown
I know Sheila's gonna treat me fine
The first stop that I make will be
To pick us up a jug of homemade wine
She'll be surprised to see me
Might pass out on the floor
When she hears that familiar sound
Of me at her backdoor

In Cabbagetown, Cabbagetown
Oh, take me back to Cabbagetown
Gotta get back to Cabbagetown
I left my heart in Cabbagetown
Gotta get back to Cabbagetown
Oh, Cabbagetown, sweet sweet Cabbagetown
Gotta get back to Cabbagetown
Gotta get back to Cabbagetown, yeah

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