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!
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