Thirty Thousand Men — текст песни (Steve Forbert)

VERSE
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

VERSE
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

VERSE
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

VERSE
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

VERSE
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

VERSE
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