Story Behind the Song
The story of my parents struggles to make ends meet in their early days of marriage, in a more innocent era.
Lyrics
1959
This foolish heart beating next to mine
Had to leave a world behind
And I can't believe that we've come this far
When the money's hard to find
Chicago's just a a day up 35
And I'll come back with bangles for my bride
In 1959, we had a gay old time
Just counting our blessings with one on the way
In 1959, when nobody crossed the line
And I'd a-voted for Kennedy, a long time ago
It's nothing much, it'll have to do
This trailer on the Southside
And all the dreams I had about chandeliers
They're all hanging out to dry
Standing on the brink of bitterness
No one told me life would be life this [Refrain]
When I drew all my cards, I was 17
Sort of man, sort of in-between
But I guess that's how it is
I've been up all night, with the radio
Just waiting on a birthday
I guess Mr. Blue, yeah, and Mack the Knife
Are fighting on the Hit Parade
Doctor says my wife is doig fine
Step aside, I think my son is crying [Refrain]
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