Nied's Hotel Band - Nied's Hotel Hourglass
(Vento - Fox)
BPG, Inc / TME - 07172004 3:52
2004 Bluegrass

Music & Arrangement By: JOHN FOX

Background Vocals: NORMAN NARDINI
Banjo, Bass, Drums & Percussion: BUDDY HALL
Guitar: JOHN FOX

Executive Producer JOHN VENTO
Produced & Mixed by: BUDDY HALL
Recorded at: Beacon Hill Recording Studio - Dormont, PA
Additional Drums Recorded at: Studio A - Swissvale, PA
Engineered by: ROB GARRISON
Pro Tools Engineering by: BUDDY HALL
Pro Tools Technical Assistance & Mastered by: ROB GARRISON

Well I'm sitting down at this bar staring at this beer
One, two, three, four decades gone don't know how I got here

Three great kids later, I'm worried about their life
Makes me kind of crazy, lots of sleepless nights

It wasn't that long ago we walked up/down that hill
Each and every morning to catch a bus for school

Old man Swanson he let those bullets fly
Across the big blue Arco station we used to stroll on by

And do you remember when Rose Dinkins struck out east
Everything had changed when she killed Schrott and Connelly

Four short decades
Where did all those years go
Making it through one day at a time
The only way we know

Time flies fast...
Like the sand in a big old hourglass
Time flies fast and that you know, it's gonna kick you in the ass

And all of us got real scared
When my good mamma died
I want to thank you all for all your help
I made it through that night

We all thought that we were cool
Yet we couldn't get a date
All them girls were so stuck up
But we all believed in fate
Remember when we drove
Drove all night long
To Wildwood deep down New Jersey
Just a singing those Kiss songs

One, two, three, four short decades
Where did all those years go
Making it through one day at a time
The only way we know

Time flies the sand in a big old hourglass
Time flies and that you know
It's gonna kick you in the ass

Ya been to Frankstown Road
Well they destroyed our home

Where we were born
It's all gone
Ain't no more man

These days we're a little grayer
And a whole lot more wide
Maybe a little smarter
Certainly not wise

And I better finish this here beer
And head on down to my home
One, two, three, four decades gone
But I know where I belong

"For all the guys that grew up on Howard Street and spent too much time hanging out at Swanson's Pharmacy."


Lyrics reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.

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