Lyr Req: Crowd around the Corner

Subject: Crowd around the Corner
From: khandu
Date: 29 Jul 01 - 06:56 PM

I mis-posted this a couple of weeks ago as "Rally Round the Corner".

The song is "Crowd Around the Corner" done by ? in 1989. I heard it once on CMT. I have no idea who did it. I heard it the night my Dad died and it eerily connected with the last things Dad had said to me. That is why I am searching for it.

Anyone know the song, where I can find lyrics, and who did it?

khandu

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Crowd around the Corner
From: Sorcha
Date: 29 Jul 01 - 06:58 PM

Is this it?

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Crowd around the Corner
From: Sorcha
Date: 29 Jul 01 - 07:25 PM

I did some more looking, and I don't think the link above is the correct song. Earl Thomas Conley did it.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Crowd around the Corner
From: GUEST,khandu
Date: 29 Jul 01 - 10:44 PM

Thanks, Sorcha!

No, the posted lyrics are not what I am seeking, however, the ETC info helps; at least I have an artist!

khandu

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Crowd around the Corner
From: Sorcha
Date: 29 Jul 01 - 10:46 PM

It's not on Cowpie or Olga. I checked.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Crowd around the Corner
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 04 Mar 02 - 11:33 PM

Copied from http://homepages.rootsweb.com/~afreeman/crowd.htm

CROWD AROUND THE CORNER
(Earl Thomas Conley)

Those stormy years leave deep and endless trails across his face.
He'll wander back when morning rolls around.
For its an old man's right to spend his life just searching for a place
Where he can sit and watch the sun go down.

Time's run its course and freed the horse that pulled him through his prime,
And placed a different light above his brow.
Now towering rows of buildings grow in fields he left behind,
And life seems twice as heavy as a plow.

With his golden chain the old man clings to the watch inside his vest
That tells him when it's time to move along.
Just rambling through the avenues, he'll sometimes stop to rest,
But it's hard to find a place where he belongs.

So crowd around the corner, boys, and take your good old time,
And pass along a piece of yesterday.
A tender breeze of memories is blowing through your mind,
Softer than those stands of silver-gray,
And sweeter than the things we've seen today.

[From the album "Don't Make It Easy For Me" by Earl Thomas Conley. (C) 1983 RCA Music (ASCAP).]