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Steve Forbert
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Thirty Thousand Men
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 armories Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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
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