Down City Streets

Down city streets I would roam, I had no bed I had no home
Crawled out of the bushes early morn
Used newspapers to keep me warm, then I’d have to score a drink
Calm my nerves, help me to think
Down city streets I would roam, I had no bed I had no home
There was nothing that I owned, used my fingers as a comb
In those days when I was young, drinking and fighting was no fun
It was daily living for me, I had no choice. It was meant to be
Down city streets I would roam, I had no bed I had no home
And there was nothing that I owned, used my fingers as a comb
Now I’m a man, I’m not alone. I am married, I have children of my own
Now I have something I call my own, these are my children, this is my home
I look around and understand, how street kids feel when they’re put down
Down city streets I would roam, I had no bed I had no home
And there was nothing that I owned, used my fingers as a comb
And there was nothing that I owned, used my fingers as a comb
Down city streets. Down city streets. Down city streets