D o w n C i t y S t r e e t s A G D A Down city streets I would roam, I had no bed I had no home. D G D A There was nothing that I owned, used my fingers as a comb. A D Crawled out of the bushes early morn. G D A D Used newspapers to keep me warm, then I'd have to score a drink. G D A Calm my nerves, help me to think. A G D A Down city streets I would roam, I had no bed I had no home. D G D A There was nothing that I owned, used my fingers as a comb. D G D A In those days when I was young, drinking and fighting was no fun. D G D A It was daily living for me, I had no choice. It was meant to be. A G D A Down city streets I would roam, I had no bed I had no home. G D A And there was nothing that I owned, used my fingers as a comb. INSRUMENTAL A D G D A Now I'm a wo/man, I'm not alone. I am married, I have children of my own. D G D A Now I have something I call my own, these are my children, this is my home. D G D A I look around and understand, how street kids feel when they're put down. A G D A Down city streets I would roam, I had no bed I had no home. D G D A And there was nothing that I owned, used my fingers as a comb. G D A G And there was nothing that I owned, used my fingers as a comb. G A G A G A Down city streets. Down city streets. Down city streets. I believe Ruby Hunter wrote this song. RIP, Beautiful Lady. Comments, corrections and/or rating appreciated. Enjoy! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iMH-DY0z2ek
