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By Michael McGrath – 1983

The Silver Grill on Ambridge Drive was run by Hin and Moma Sue,
Every night the boys in town would gather out front to booze,
The squeal of tires, the burning strips and haze inside their cars,
Energy ran down that drive like lines from lit fire flies.

Well Hin and Mama had two sons one Kenny was my age,
We both went though public school and where we became good friends.
A buddy told me a few years back that Kenny passed himself away.
Life got hard for him one day and somehow he lost his way.

The Silver Grill on Ambridge Drive was run by a Hin and Moma Sue,
Every night the boys in town would gather out front to booze,
The squeal of tires, the burning strips and haze inside their cars,
Energy ran down that drive like lines from lit fire flies.

Kenny took the exit out alone and just confused,
It hurts me still to think of him with nobody left to tell,
Just how a happy little boy falls into such a living hell.
He had to move in two different worlds every day just to survive.

The Silver Grill on Ambridge Drive was run by a Hin and Moma Sue,
Every night the boys in town would gather out front to booze,
The squeal of tires, the burning strips and haze inside their cars,
Energy ran down that drive like lines from lit fire flies.

Well Hin and Moma mourned real bad,
The lights burned low for months,
Yet, life inside the Silver Grill kept moving all the time,
Hungry darlings of the night in search of something else
Inside the walls, with juke box hits that was the Silver Grill