1717 Saginaw Street

When Cliff Williamson signed me at Reba’s publishing company he told me not to change.. 
The cut on Catalogue is the very take I turned in to be demoed.  


“1717 Saginaw Street”

(©1993 Doak Snead /BMI)


There’s a constant breeze blowin’ through

It’s first day on sale

The red sign fails to show it’s true value

It’s been a cornerstone here on Saginaw Street

It’s seen a generation end

The birth of old times, good friends and my fine family

Yes, and I’ve made my life’s memories

Here at 1717 Saginaw Street

  

Days of Radio Flyers

Hi-Fi’s and forty fives

Blarin’ from the kitchen window

Mama dancin’ doin’ dishes

As the summer rolled by

Thanksgiving toasts in the halls

Then the winter would bring the cold

Oh, and every year at Christmas time

The place would come so alive

You’d swear the house had a soul

Yes, and I’ve made my life’s memories

Here at 1717 Saginaw Street


Ooh, ooh like a candle flickers when a door is opened

Ooh ,ooh  Life goes on  Life goes on  Life goes on  Life goes on


There’s a constant breeze blowin’ through

It’s first day on sale

The red sign fails to show its true value

Yeh, but sittin’ on the porch

Hey, I thought I heard rain on the roof

Oh, and pulling in the drive

A young man and his wife

Find a deal they can’t refuse

Maybe they’ll make their life’s memories

Here at 1717 Saginaw Street

© Doak Snead 2001-2018