Lyrics Thirty Thousand Men - Steve Forbert

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)