 (more prose from the old troll)
it was the place we went to eat
it was the place we went to meet
when we didn't have anything to do
we would just cruise Ogden avenue
down on Ogden avenue
stop at Henry's for dogs and fries
at the carwash swapping lies
you could always find a familiar face
in our cars up and down we would race
down on Ogden avenue
endless nights cruising with the crew
only little bit of joy we ever knew
score some smoke without a hassle
two a m sliders down at the castle
down on Ogden avenue
to the west the mother road sixty six
follow it on out to the sticks
if you had some coin in your stacks
head on east past the tracks
down on Ogden avenue
that where the big boys would run
better have a c note if you join the fun
blow off a goat, mopar, or a vette
see the big man and collect your bet
down on Ogden avenue
all the guys rushing to make the muster
slowing down to check the chick in the yellow duster
at time had no way of knowing
but would've better off to kept on going
down on Ogden avenue
we got off to a burning start
wasn't long she had a big piece of my heart
she'd tell her mother staying over with a friend
get us a room down at the cindie lynn
down on Ogden avenue
at the time just wanted everything to go faster
somehow I never quite got past her
those are the times that I remember
that was my spring now it's my december
down on Ogden avenue
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