[Intro] [percussive acoustic guitar strumming with hammer-ons] [Verse 1] [male vocals enter, bass and drums join] My cousins and my friends and I we grew up in a part of town Where everyone knew everyone and we all hung around There was Billy and Frank and Wayne and Mush, Susie and the girls Don and Larry, Bob and Tim In our own little world In a place between two streets where the lightin never meets We called it the dark spot [Chorus] [acoustic guitar continues driving rhythm] There was Phil and George, Mark and Sean and some I can't recall With so much beer and pot back then it's a wonder I could think at all The best times of my life were spent hanging 'round that block It was in the seventies when the music really rocked We were trying to have some fun, never hurting anyone At the dark spot [Verse 2] We'd gather all our dollar bills and even pocket change Bring them to Dick's package store and give them in exchange For whatever we could buy from what we would collect A couple beers and a couple joints usually got me pretty wrecked We never had to drive, that's how I stayed alive At the dark spot [Chorus] Many hearts were broken there some were only bruised You take a chance on young romance, you just might lose We never knew the consequence, didn't really care When you're young and horny sometimes life just isn't fair we were only passing time, and no one seemed to mind At the dark spot [Verse 3] We liked to cause some trouble, but we kept it kind of tame Draykit cops always liked to stop and knew us all by name I could tell you lots of stories, some I can't repeat There's no such thing as innocent when you've grown up on that street i never went to jail or ever needed bail, at the dark spot [Bridge] [acoustic guitar solo with rhythmic accents] [Verse 4] Well I hope you had a place of your own somewhere to meet your friends You need some space just any place where fun never ends It can be in some old basement or a vacant lot Doesn't really matter much just pick your favorite spot We had a place between two streets where the lightin never meets It's called the dark spot [Outro] Yeah the dark spot im glad i met you there the Dark spot good Times like that are rare the Dark spot [acoustic guitar flourishes, final strum]
