Down City Streets (LIVE at Key Largo '92)

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

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, 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
There was nothing that I owned
Used my fingers as a comb

Now I'm a woman 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
There was nothing that I owned
Used my fingers as a comb

There was nothing that I owned
Used my fingers as a comb
Down city streets
Down city streets
Down city streets



Credits
Writer(s): Ruby Jean Hunter
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