This is my dad playing the song A Little Street Where Old Friends Meet. It was written by Gus Kahn and Harry Woods. It came from an old Liberace piano song book.
LYRICS:
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.
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