JOHN GORKA - DREAM STREET Lyrics

I saw the champ running down by the riverWith his trainer and his stretch limousineI don't recall the year but it was late in his careerWhen he was featured in those glove magazinesThey never leave the ring before it's too lateThey never seem to quit in their primeI guess you take it as a given that a champion is drivenSo he can always win one more time(Chorus)So there's a new reservation on Dream StreetWith a room with no view of beforeIt takes years for some to check inBut Dream Street will beckonTill they're mumbling their names at the doorSome do it out of pride, some do it for the doughSome do cause it's the only thing they're ever gonna know"promoters take the money, the fighters take the pain"*They find a new sucker, and they'll do it againFrom the time before he won the titleTill the referee stopped his last fightOh I swear there was greatness thereTill those younger guys put out the lightSo now he's in his ever afterWith money to last all of his daysOh but the price makes you shiver, fate's an Indian giverShe giveth and she taketh away(Chorus)Dream Street is calling, LarryDream Street is calling, JoeDream Street is calling, MuhammadDream Street is calling, YoDream Street is calling...