Down City Streets

Ruby Hunter

Crawled out of bushes early morn
Used newspapers to keep me warm
Then I'd have to score a drink
Calm my nerves, help me to think

Down city streets I would roam
I had no bed, I had no home
And there was nothing that I owned
Used my fingers as a comb
In those days when I was young
Drinking and fighting was no fun
It was daily living for me
I had no choice
It was meant to be

Now I'm a woman, I'm not alone
I am married, I have children of my own
Now I have something I call my own
These are my children
This is my home
I look around and understand
How street kids feel when they're put down

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

I look around and understand
How street kids feel when they're put down