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 Stuck me up, help me to think Down city streets I would roam 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 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 and 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 There was nothing that I owned Used my fingers as a comb 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 ♪ Down city street Down city street Down...