Down City Streets (30th Anniversary Edition)

Crawled out of bushes early morn
I used the newspapers to keep me warm
Then I'd have to score a drink
To start me up, help me to think

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

In those days when I was young
Oh, drinking and fighting, it was no fun
But 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've got children of my own
Now I have something I call my own
These are my children, damn, and this is my home
And 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
There was nothing that I owned
Used my fingers as a comb

Ooh, yes
Down city streets
Ooh, yes
Down city streets
Ooh