Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
D o w n C i t y S t r e e t s
A G D A
Down city streets I would roam, I had no bed I had no home.
D G D A
There was nothing that I owned, used my fingers as a comb.
A D
Crawled out of the bushes early morn.
G D A D
Used newspapers to keep me warm, then I'd have to score a drink.
G D A
Calm my nerves, help me to think.
A G D A
Down city streets I would roam, I had no bed I had no home.
D G D A
There was nothing that I owned, used my fingers as a comb.
D G D A
In those days when I was young, drinking and fighting was no fun.
D G D A
It was daily living for me, I had no choice. It was meant to be.
A G D A
Down city streets I would roam, I had no bed I had no home.
G D A
And there was nothing that I owned, used my fingers as a comb.
INSRUMENTAL
A D G D A
Now I'm a wo/man, I'm not alone. I am married, I have children of my own.
D G D A
Now I have something I call my own, these are my children, this is my home.
D G D A
I look around and understand, how street kids feel when they're put down.
A G D A
Down city streets I would roam, I had no bed I had no home.
D G D A
And there was nothing that I owned, used my fingers as a comb.
G D A G
And there was nothing that I owned, used my fingers as a comb.
G A G A G A
Down city streets. Down city streets. Down city streets.
I believe Ruby Hunter wrote this song. RIP, Beautiful Lady.
Comments, corrections and/or rating appreciated. Enjoy!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iMH-DY0z2ek
A G D A
Down city streets I would roam, I had no bed I had no home.
D G D A
There was nothing that I owned, used my fingers as a comb.
A D
Crawled out of the bushes early morn.
G D A D
Used newspapers to keep me warm, then I'd have to score a drink.
G D A
Calm my nerves, help me to think.
A G D A
Down city streets I would roam, I had no bed I had no home.
D G D A
There was nothing that I owned, used my fingers as a comb.
D G D A
In those days when I was young, drinking and fighting was no fun.
D G D A
It was daily living for me, I had no choice. It was meant to be.
A G D A
Down city streets I would roam, I had no bed I had no home.
G D A
And there was nothing that I owned, used my fingers as a comb.
INSRUMENTAL
A D G D A
Now I'm a wo/man, I'm not alone. I am married, I have children of my own.
D G D A
Now I have something I call my own, these are my children, this is my home.
D G D A
I look around and understand, how street kids feel when they're put down.
A G D A
Down city streets I would roam, I had no bed I had no home.
D G D A
And there was nothing that I owned, used my fingers as a comb.
G D A G
And there was nothing that I owned, used my fingers as a comb.
G A G A G A
Down city streets. Down city streets. Down city streets.
I believe Ruby Hunter wrote this song. RIP, Beautiful Lady.
Comments, corrections and/or rating appreciated. Enjoy!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iMH-DY0z2ek
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