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Savin Hill
by Street Dogs

Savin Hill my starting point,
Down the beach with a few beers
Didn't know what life had in for us
Starting out at St. Margaret's,
Up there on that lonely hill
I got my start in 1970
Moved on down to Motley school,
Down to St. Willie's from there
The catholic golden rule got hooks in me
Sister Robad, Ms. Coughlin the teachers and their authority
I put my fist up to them at every turn

Savin Hill it was my start
Beginning of a lifetime
I still remember those days clearly
Cannot forget my roots,
Or when it really started
Savin Hill down by the beach

Grades one to eight were nuts,
Hijinx, pranks and stunts pulled out
Me and my cousin were the terrible two
Danny, Joey, Bobby, Saxon and Victoria,
Many a long necked bottle cracked down there

Savin Hill it was my start
From the courts back to the park
The weekend time seemed so damn free
If you had my back I took yours,
Our obligatory creed
Savin Hill down by the beach

Do you remember the tennis courts?
The bungalo, or harpo's bench?
Do you remember jumping that bridge?
The risks we took, and our chances?
GO!
The later years brought on alcohol nights,
Coupled with petty arguements and barroom fights
We never broke apart and we stood our ground,
If a cohort was lost he was found
If things got hot Dorchester stayed cool,
No other townies came towards us fools,
Savin Hill down by the beach, it's these memories I'll go preach
Savin Hill down by the beach, it's these memories I'll go preach
Savin Hill is where it all began

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