Walking on Tinker Street

I remember walking on Tinker Street  without so many cars  

No giving way to well-dressed groups  of tourists, crowded bars  

I remember when just being here  was all you could ask for  

It’s still a slice of heaven  

but it’s not Woodstock anymore  

I remember knowing people’s names  and where they lived before  

Most from New York City  

some small room, a padlocked door  

We were searching for a spirit  once imagined, now ignored  

It’s still a slice of heaven  

but it’s not Woodstock anymore  

Now it’s all about the land  

and prices set to soar  

What was paid two years ago  should double now in four  

They come here now, only because  East Hampton costs much more  It’s still a slice of heaven  

but it’s not Woodstock anymore  

They come here not for mountain views  or crystal streams and lakes  

They come here to develop land  

and take and take and take  

And when the market crashes  

they’ll be first ones out the door  

It’s still a slice of heaven  

but it’s not Woodstock anymore  

New money in old families  

makes feelings very sore  

Brother holds the deed  

now he and sister speak no more  

He’s just a paper millionaire  

same bills he had before  

It’s still a slice of heaven  

but it’s not Woodstock anymore  

Escalating prices make  

the children shake their heads  

Imagining a better life  

when mom and dad are dead  

Their parents better off, no doubt  when they were young and poor  

It’s still a slice of heaven  

but it’s not Woodstock anymore 

Source: The Schoharie News