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 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
 Welk Music (ASCAP)/
 Rolling Tide Music (ASCAP)