A Little Street Where Old Friends Meet

It's just a little street

Where old friends meet

I'd love to wander back

SomedayTo you, it may be old

And sort of tumbled down

But it means a lot to folks

In my hometownAlthough I'm rich or poor

I still feel sure

I'm welcome as the flowers in MayIt's just a little street

Where old friends meet

And treat you in the same old wayAlthough I'm rich or poor

I still feel sure

I'm welcome as the flowers in MayIt's just a little street

Where old friends meet

And treat you in the same old way

Songwriters

GUS KAHN, HARRY WOODSPublished by

Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.