The Old Man in the Window
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[Chorus] The old man in the window plays his cello for you At the old folks' home down on 8th Avenue He come here from Poland back in '22 A stowaway, an uncle, a New York rendezvous The old man in the window, his hands ain't so good His bow doesn't flow like it used to could The old man in the window, the old man, the Jew Just wants to play his cello for you [Verse 1] The old man in the window looks out at the view And hops on a streetcar on 8th Avenue Hand in hand by the river with his sweet Marie And maybe a kiss by the old maple tree The old man in the window, dressed fit to kill A dance to the Victrola is the day's greatest thrill The old man in the window drifts off to sleep Memories of good times his always to keep [Verse 2] The old man in the window still has his self-pride As he dreams of hemlock in the old countryside With his sister and cousin, they play on the ridge And skip stones cross the water from the old wooden bridge The old man in the window, he's played with the best New York Philharmonic, duets in Budapest The old man in the window, how soon they forget Old man in the window - like a prop on the set [Chorus] The old man in the window plays his cello for you At the old folks' home down on 8th Avenue He come here from Poland back in '22 A stowaway, an uncle, a New York rendezvous The old man in the window, his hands ain't so good His bow doesn't flow like it used to could The old man in the window, the old man, the Jew Just wants to play his cello for you
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