Lyrics
A thousand stories he could tell, with a heart like judy garland
While the house came tumbling down, and a the soul of jimmy dean, the last picture house in town
so beautiful and strong enough to bring their dreams alive
Didn t have a room for him, always thought it would last forever
Brick by brick they pulled him down, with a heart like judy garland
He knew a golden age had passed, and the stars no longer shine
Didn t have a room for him, gene kelly went singing for the last time in the rain, and at the final curtain calling
But brick by brick they pulled him down, a thousand stories he could tell
And the stars no longer shine, brick by brick they pulled him down, with a heart like judy garland
And a the soul of jimmy dean, cause nothing lasts forever in the changing times
Cause nothing lasts forever in the changing times, a thousand stories he could tell Picturehouse, he knew a golden age had passed
a thousand stories he could tell
the crowds grew smaller though the years
Didn t have a room for him, and the dreams they didn t last
The last picture house in town, a thousand stories he could tell, gene kelly went singing for the last time in the rain
Brick by brick they pulled him down, and one more kiss with betty davies before the final frame, always thought it would last forever
But brick by brick they pulled him down, and now the buildings scrape the skyline
Always thought it would last forever, always thought it would last forever
Cause nothing lasts forever in the changing times, and a the soul of jimmy dean Sandi, cause now the buildings scrape the skyline
And while the world was growing, always thought it would last forever, gene kelly went singing for the last time in the rain
and a the soul of jimmy dean
A thousand stories he could tell, the last picture house in town
It was the last movie the picture house would play, with a heart like judy garland, a thousand stories he could tell
the last picture house in town
And one more kiss with betty davies before the final frame, the last picture house in town
the projector slowly gathered dust
Didn t have a room for him, cause now the buildings scrape the skyline Last, and a the soul of jimmy dean
Oh so long and fare thee well, that the future they were building Last, cause the lights had finally fallen
And one more kiss with betty davies before the final frame, he was so gone with the wind, the projector slowly gathered dust
