The Legend of Petey and the Cool Cats Band - M. Crisp 07202012
All Alone Kicked around from stone to stone The alley was his home If not for sweet Marie there's no telling where he'd be She took him in at night He found an old guitar by a dumpster out behind a bar Went inside, sat down to play Everyone turned to see who this cat was playing with ease He blew their minds that day Watch him play
After that first night He could sort of see the light He said, "I've got a plan." His friend Max could beat the drums, Sebastian played those wild bass runs They agreed, "let's start a band." He bought a new guitar With the tips he made playing at the bar Marie was oh so proud They practiced on her balcony Folks came from near and far to see Petey's "Cool Cats" band And they played
Seventeen years on the road it seems Like yesterday was just a dream In the alley we called home. The building's just a memory of those summer nights on the balcony Petey's music gave us hope. I hear him every now and then on the radio or in the wind He's still close by it seems He changed the run down neighborhood Made us smile when nothing could With his dreams And he played
All alone Kicked around from stone to stone The alley was his home As a thanks to sweet Marie He bought a house out by the sea A place to call her own She keeps that old guitar On the wall behind the bar To remind her of those days Petey is a legend and so is the "Cool Cats" band They're playing Rainbow Bridge today.