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Down City Streets ukulele

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D o w n   C i t y   S t r e e t s


F                         F     C                     F
Down city streets I would roam, I had no bed I had no home.
                         C      F       C            F
There was nothing that I owned, used my fingers as a comb.
F                         C
Crawled out of the bushes early morn.
F        C         F                                      C
Used newspapers to keep me warm, then I'd have to score a drink.
F       C            F
Calm my nerves, help me to think.


F                         F     C                     F
Down city streets I would roam, I had no bed I had no home.
                         C      F       C            F
There was nothing that I owned, used my fingers as a comb.
                         C      F            C        F
In those days when I was young, drinking and fighting was no fun.
                        C   F     C                 F
It was daily living for me, I had no choice. It was meant to be.


F                         F     C                     F
Down city streets I would roam, I had no bed I had no home.
                             F      C                    F
And there was nothing that I owned, used my fingers as a comb.


INSRUMENTAL 
 
F                          C     F    C               F
Now I'm a wo/man, I'm not alone. I am married, I have children of my own.
                               C    F            C              F
Now I have something I call my own, these are my children, this is my home.
                       C      F               C         F
I look around and understand, how street kids feel when they're put down.


F                         F     C                     F
Down city streets I would roam, I had no bed I had no home.
                             C      F       C            F
And there was nothing that I owned, used my fingers as a comb.
                             F      C                    F    F
And there was nothing that I owned, used my fingers as a comb.
F         F        F         F        F         F
Down city streets. Down city streets. Down city streets.


I believe Ruby Hunter wrote this song. RIP, Beautiful Lady.
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