Testo Thirty Thousand Men - Steve Forbert
Testo della canzone Thirty Thousand Men (Steve Forbert), tratta dall'album Young, Guitar Days
Thirty thousand men on the Bowery
Thirty thousand men on the street
Can't help but roam when you ain't got no home
Begging handouts for something to eat
Begging handouts for something to eat
Thirty thousand men on the sidewalk
Thirty thousand men in the town
Nowhere to go when the wind starts to blow
Looking 'round for someplace to lay down
Looking 'round for someplace to lay down
Thirty thousand men tired and dirty
Thirty thousand men to be fed
Bust out to Queens for a chance to get clean
And a shot at some sleep in a bed
And a shot at some sleep in a bed
Thirty thousand men in the armories
Thirty thousand men down the block
Neighbors all shout, "We don't want 'em about"
Bus 'em back in the morning and stop
Bus 'em back in the morning and stop
Thirty thousand men of depression
Thirty thousand men 'neath a cloud
Jobs getting scarce and they're cutting welfares
And we might find ourselves in the crowd
And we might find ourselves in the crowd
Thirty thousand men in the city
Thirty thousand men killing time
Helpless and cold, some are young, some are old
Shabby clothes and some bottles of wine
Shabby clothes and some bottles of wine
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Writer(s): Samuel Stephen Forbert
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