It seems that I’ve lived
on the other side of town most of my life.
For the longest time,
back when I was younger,
I didn’t know that there was
the other side of town.
Oh, I’d heard about it some,
but never paid much attention to it –
‘cause I knew that I would not be welcome,
and would not be able to go there.
Boys like me, well,
we never measured up to them over there,
on the other side of town.
We knew it,
they knew we knew it,
and that’s just the way it was.
Yeah, sometimes it hurt some,
but you just hunched your shoulders
down into the back of your jacket,
and went on as if it didn’t matter none.
It did matter, though,
but we would never admit it.

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