Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Livin' The Street Life, artist - Tom Paxton. Album song It Ain't Easy, in the genre Date of issue: 20.10.1991
Record label: Concord, Rounder
Song language: English
Livin' The Street Life |
| When I left my home behind me |
| And I heard that screen door slam |
| I fell that no one knew me |
| And that no one gave a damn |
| Always scrappin' with my momma |
| Always fightin' with my old man |
| We had one hard fight too many |
| So I packed my bags and ran |
| Yeah, I headed for the city |
| Where the knock-down people go |
| Where the lights are on till morning |
| And it’s anything but slow |
| So I fell in with some strangers |
| And the first thing that they done |
| Was to take my leather jacket |
| And then kick my head for fun |
| And it’s hard, hard |
| Livin' the street life |
| Sleepin' in doorways wrapped in cardboard |
| Gettin' sicker day by day |
| Yes, it’s hard, hard |
| Livin' the street life |
| And I wish I had some way of gettin' away |
| I met up with a kid named Luis |
| And he knew his way around |
| He knew ev’ry inch of the subway |
| And his life was underground |
| He was very hard on people |
| Who would work from nine to five |
| But he sold his body to them |
| And he called it stayin' alive |
| When it’s cold and wet and lonely |
| It can hurt you really bad |
| And you think about the family |
| That you never really had |
| With a hunger in your belly |
| And a fever startin' to burn |
| You’ve got the freedom of the city |
| But you’ve got nowhere to turn |
| ‘Cause it’s hard, hard |
| Livin' the street life |
| Sleepin' in doorways wrapped in cardboard |
| Gettin' sicker day by day |
| Yes, it’s hard, hard |
| Livin' the street life |
| And I wish I had some way of gettin' away |
| When I left my home behind me |
| And I heard that screen door slam |
| I fell that no one knew me |
| And that no one gave a damn |
| Always scrappin' with my momma |
| Always fightin' with my old man |
| We had one hard fight too many |
| So I packed my bags and ran |
| But it’s hard, hard |
| Livin' the street life |
| Sleepin' in hallways wrapped in cardboard |
| Gettin' sicker day by day |
| Yes, it’s hard, hard |
| Livin' the street life |
| And I wish I had some way of gettin' away |
| Gettin' away (Gettin' away) |
| Gettin' away (Gettin' away) |
| Gettin' away (Gettin' away) |
| Gettin' away (Gettin' away) |
| Gettin' away |
| Gettin' away |
| (Hard, hard, hard) |
| (Hard, hard, hard) |