Big City

Sun sinking deep
Fires burning down
It's hard to see the moon
When the smoke is all around

I live in a big city
And they tell me we are free
I hear babies cryin'
There'll be killing in these streets

How many heartaches
How many years of pain
Just how many funerals
Before the streets be safe again

I live in a big city
And they tell me we are free
I hear babies cryin'
There'll be killing in these streets
Lord Lord Lord

Evening sun go down
Police use his billy stick
When the blood start to flowin'
And it'll be flowin' till the mornin' come again

I live in a big city
And they tell me we are free
I hear babies cryin'
Do you know what that's doin' to me?
It's tearin' my heart apart



Credits
Writer(s): Sylvester Allison Luther, James Edward Solberg
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