Текст песни Steve Forbert - Thirty Thousand Men
Steve Forbert - Thirty Thousand Men слова песни
VERSEThirty thousand men on the BoweryThirty thousand men on the streetCan`t help but roam when you ain`t got no homeBeggin` handouts for something to eatBeggin` handouts for something to eatVERSEThirty thousand men on the sidewalkThirty thousand men in the townNowhere to go when the wind starts to blowLookin` `round for some place to lay downLookin` `round for some place to lay downVERSEThirty thousand men tired and dirtyThirty thousand men to be fedBussed out to Queens for a chance to get cleanAnd a shot at some sleep in a bedAnd a shot at some sleep in a bedVERSEThirty thousand men in the arm`riesThirty thousand men down the blockNeighbors all shout "we don`t want `em about""Bus `em back in the morning and stop""Bus `em back in the morning and stop"VERSEThirty thousand men of depressionThirty thousand men `neath a cloudJobs getting scarce and they`re cutting welfaresAnd we might find ourselves in the crowdAnd we might find ourselves in the crowdVERSEThirty thousand men in the cityThirty thousand men killin` timeHelpless and cold, some are young, some are oldShabby clothes and some bottles of wineShabby clothes and some bottles of wine