Текст песни Down City Streets - 2013 Remaster - Archie Roach

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...