Streets Of America

     
 

We came on the Santa Maria

And we come on the Sloop John B

We keep coming ‘cause we heard

There was a place we could be free

From the shores of many nations

We’re blown here by the wind

Sweet lady of the harbor

Won’t you kindly let us in

 

I see so many faces

Coming here from so many places

For a chance on the streets of America

 

Leaving home, losing pride

Some suffer, some simply die

For a glance at the streets of America

 

I’m not sure why they call it the land of the free

But I know why they call it the home of the brave

 

I see sisters and brothers

Trading one heartache for another

And a shot at the streets of America

 

Those who have they ain’t givin’

Those who don’t are workin’ for a livin’

They’re forgotten on the streets of America

 

I’m not sure why they call it the land of the free

But I know why they call it the home of the brave

 

I hear so many voices

Telling me there ain’t many choices

When you sleep on the streets of America

 

I’m not sure why they call it the land of the free

But I know why they call it the home of the brave

I’m not sure why they call it the land of the free

But I know why they call it the home of the brave


Shanghai

 

 

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written by Michael Brewer & Tom Shipley
      1993 Eye Forty Four Music/BMI

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"Streets Of America"

 

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Brewer & Shipley Lyrics