Thirty Thousand Men Lyrics - Young, Guitar Days - Steve Forbert

VERSE 

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 

VERSE 

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 

VERSE 

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 

VERSE 

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" 

VERSE 

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 

VERSE 

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