"THE STREETS OF OLD PRESTON HOLLOW"

I've had some vision of this song for about 20 years now, ever since Dennise and I realized our common linkeage to my childhood neighborhood.

Something about our fraught, divided, time now helped the tumblers click into place. Wrote the whole thing on the way back from the lake last night...got this Demo down this afternoon.

It's a song with a message for today, and an absolutely true story about our yesterday....

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On the streets of old Preston Hollow

In that sweaty Summer air

I’d play fungo ’till the Sun went down

A boy without a care.

Gulpin every Slurpee I could swallow

I’d trade my baseball cards

In the shade of the Mimosa trees

And St. Augustine yards.

And did you see…

Me as I was back then

Long before we…

Walked our common road?

———

Now, we are family

Here on this big blue ball

We found some way to find each other,

through it all.

For, on the streets of old Preston Hollow

That-same sweaty, Summer air

You helped your Dad mow rich folk’s lawns

With all his many cares

Gulpin every Slurpee you could swallow

And a hotlink for a buck

Conjunto on the radio

In that, bumpy, rusted truck

And did I see…

You as you were back then

Long before we…

Walked our common road?

———

Now, we are family

Here on this big blue ball

We found some way to find each other,

through it all.

(Break)

In case it isn’t clear, this is the story of our life.

I’m the clueless little White boy, she’s my tough Latina wife.

But these days, as we look back, at all our road behind.

Is that path we got to travel then, one lovers still can find?

Cause now, the streets of old Preston Hollow

They’re all that still remains

The ranch style homes have been knocked down

The mailbox names all changed.

And it’s such a hard pill to swallow

That behind those McMansion gates

Some fear the ones who mow those lawns

No one sees our common fate…

Can we still still see…

Each other as a friend

And can we…

Still walk some common road?

———

For, we are family

Here on this tiny ball

Could we still find some way to find each other,

through it all?

Like started on the streets of Preston Hollow…

On the streets Old Preston Hollow…

Words and Music: Eric Folkerth

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