Thirty Thousand Men - Steve Forbert

Thirty thousand men on the Bowery

Thirty thousand men on the street

Can’t help but roam when you ain’t got no home

Beggin' handouts for something to eat

Beggin' handouts for something to eat

Thirty thousand men on the sidewalk

Thirty thousand men in the town

Nowhere to go when the wind starts to blow

Lookin' 'round for some place to lay down

Lookin' 'round for some place to lay down

Thirty thousand men tired and dirty

Thirty thousand men to be fed

Bussed out to Queens for a chance to get clean

And a shot at some sleep in a bed

And a shot at some sleep in a bed

Thirty thousand men in the arm’ries

Thirty thousand men down the block

Neighbors all shout «we don’t want 'em about»

«Bus 'em back in the morning and stop»

«Bus 'em back in the morning and stop»

Thirty thousand men of depression

Thirty thousand men 'neath a cloud

Jobs getting scarce and they’re cutting welfares

And we might find ourselves in the crowd

And we might find ourselves in the crowd

Thirty thousand men in the city

Thirty thousand men killin' time

Helpless and cold, some are young, some are old

Shabby clothes and some bottles of wine

Shabby clothes and some bottles of wine

Steve Forbert

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Rolling Tide Music (ASCAP)