Down City Streets

Down city streets I would roam

I had no bed, I had no home

Crawled out of the bushes early morning

Used newspapers to keep warm

Then I'd have to score a drink

Start me up, help me to think

Down city streets I would roam

Used my fingers as a comb

In those days when I was young

Drinking and fighting was no fun

It was daily livin' 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, and 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

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

Down city streets

Down city streets

Down city streets