B.J. Thomas - Pop, USA

Down on the Street

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Duration: 2:56

I said to Reverend Wiley why are you so wild He said, my mother was the topless dancer And I was the only child I said, my friend that is no reason For you to be such a freak 'Twas then he punched me in the mouth And said, turn the other cheek Down on the street, down on the street I said oh, my home was down on the street I said to crazy Jerry Why's that mirror on your head So I can see myself walking down the street That's exactly what the man said He asked me for a place to spend the winter Cause he was in need of a rest I said if you want to sleep in the echo chamber Then you can be my guest Down on the street, down on the street I said oh, my home was down on the street In walked brother Neil And he stroked his beardless chin; He said, if the yellows and whites don't get you The reds will do you in I said, have you tried freon gas It will make you feel like a prince; He headed for the nearest refrigerator And we haven't seen him since Down on the street, down on the street I said oh, my home was down on the street

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Writers: Barry Goldberg
Charles Larkey
Gerry Goffin

Down on the Street

Down on the Street

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