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 Steve Forbert Welk Music (ASCAP)/ Rolling Tide Music (ASCAP)