A5 G5 D5 A5 Down city streets I would roam , I had no bed I had no home. D5 G5 D5 A5 There was nothing that I owned, used my fingers as a comb. A5 D5 Crawled out of the bushes early morn. G5 D5 A5 D5 Used newspapers to keep me warm , then I'd have to score a drink. G5 D5 A5 Calm my nerves, help me to think. A5 G5 D5 A5 Down city streets I would roam , I had no bed I had no home. D5 G5 D5 A5 There was nothing that I owned, used my fingers as a comb. D5 G5 D5 A5 In those days when I was young, drinking and fighting was no fun. D5 G5 D5 A5 It was daily living for me, I had no choice. It was meant to be. A5 G5 D5 A5 Down city streets I would roam , I had no bed I had no home. G5 D5 A5 And there was nothing that I owned, used my fingers as a comb. INSRUMENTAL A5 D5 G5 D5 A5 Now I'm a wo/man, I'm not alone. I am married, I have children of my own. D5 G5 D5 A5 Now I have something I call my own, these are my children, this is my home. D5 G5 D5 A5 I look around and understand, how street kids feel when they're put down. A5 G5 D5 A5 Down city streets I would roam , I had no bed I had no home. D5 G5 D5 A5 And there was nothing that I owned, used my fingers as a comb. G5 D5 A5 G5 And there was nothing that I owned, used my fingers as a comb. G5 A5 G5 A5 G5 A5 Down city streets. Down city streets. Down city streets.
