Nat King Cole - A Little Street Where Old Friends Meet

It's just a little street
Where old friends meet
I'd love to wander back
Someday

To you, it may be old
And sort of tumbled down
But it means a lot to folks
In my hometown

Although I'm rich or poor
I still feel sure
I'm welcome as the flowers in may

It's just a little street
Where old friends meet
And treat you in the same old way

Although I'm rich or poor
I still feel sure
I'm welcome as the flowers in may

It's just a little street
Where old friends meet
And treat you in the same old way