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Streets Of Your Town - Lyrics by Sayer Leo


Lyrics
Leo Sayer & Frank Farrellhave you seen the old menthat lean on the wallsof salvation hallsin the streets of your townyou can't have missedthe vagranthe is the rubblehe is the trouble you want to removein the parks about sundownhe makes his bedhis shoes are a pillow for his headhave you seen the young menthat look so oldthey'd rather have the cold dark lonely roadhave you ever wonderedwhy do they goleaving the tv and the automoyou can see them hailing trucks down the open roadyou wave your thumb and you hop on boardyou ain't got no keeper you don't need a friend
I betcha wish you were the sameyeah I betcha wish you were the samehave you seen the old menwe lean on the wallsof salvation hallsin the streets of your townwe're just a little shadywe get a little crazyin the streets of your townin the parks about sundownwe lay our headsour shoes are our pillowthe grass our beddon't need no keeperand don't need no friend
I betcha wish you were the sameyeah I betcha wish you were the same