Song Description

Singer is reminded of the joy of his youth when he and his friends were street musicians.

Lyrics

In the heart of downtown, that's where we'd meet
Just kids with guitars to play for 43rd Street
And knock 'em off their feet
Every Saturday night, maybe Sunday at noon
We played with all of our might, just a mite out of tune
Yeah, we howled at the moon

These are the best days of my life
I got a pretty good job and a beautiful wife
But I won't forget the glory of 17
When we used to meet out on 43rd Street

When I listen real hard, beneath the horns and the cars
I hear the echo of days when we lived for guitars
And the summer was ours

These are the best days of my life
I got a pretty good job and a beautiful wife
But I won't forget the glory of 17
When we used to meet out on 43rd Street

And we used to sing for anyone that would listen
We would play anything and every note just seemed to glisten
And the people would stay . . . at least it seems that way

On 43rd yesterday I saw two boys with guitars
I stopped and listened a while, I dropped a five in the jar
And said "You're gonna be stars"

These are the best days of my life
I got a pretty good job and a beautiful wife
But I won't forget the glory of 17
When we used to meet out on 43rd Street

And we used to sing for anyone that would listen
And we used to sing for anyone that would listen