Neighborhood Girl

(Harold Reid - Don Reid)



It started about the time she was born

Her risen' above the raisin' of corn

Her midwestern dream of winnin' the world

And she was always my neighborhood girl.



She made cheerleader and I made the team

I carried her books while she carried her dreams

Of magazine covers and Hollywood worlds

And she was always my neighborhood girl.



I went in the Navy when war came along

And cried every time I heard a love song

For as I was sailin' halfway around the world

I still loved my neighborhood girl.



--- Instrumental ---



I came home one Christmas on thirty days leave

The things that I heard I couldn't believe

She still had dreams that were out of this world

But she was now the neighborhood girl.



Two wars have come and gone in between

And all of my sons are now in their teens

I read in the paper she's now left this world

And I cried one last time for my neighborhood girl.



My neighborhood girl...