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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.

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.

INSRUMENTAL

Now I'm a wo/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.

I believe Ruby Hunter wrote this song. RIP, Beautiful Lady.

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