Down city streets I would roam, I had no bed I had no home

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 and 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

And there was nothing that I owned, used my fingers as a comb

Now I'm a man, 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

And there was nothing that I owned, used my fingers as a comb

And there was nothing that I owned, used my fingers as a comb

Down city streets. Down city streets. Down city streets