Wildfire in Memphis Hurricane in Jacksonville Blow ’way my streetwalkin’ feet And take me where you will I walked the streets in Dallas And I picked up a buck in a carriage race But in the dim light of the pool halls I could not see my face Dear sir, I haven’t got a home On these streets I live and roam Please sir, take a poor boy home I walk walk walk the streets all day I walk walk walk the streets all night I walk walk walk with my feet on fire My love for hire Oh, shall we retire? Picked up in Hollywood By a band of wealthy gypsies Singing peace, love, Hare Krishna Will you be a star today? Have you ever played “Romance in F” To the accompaniment Of the earth tremblin’ ’neath your feet On Selma Avenue? Well, in New York, I must admit, tricks are easier More streets to walk at night I know the name of every pick-up bar in town Do you? Dear sir, I haven’t got a home On these streets I live and roam Please sir, take a poor boy home I walk walk walk the streets all day I walk walk walk the streets all night I walk walk walk to my destiny Someday I may be a big discovery I learned to love my brother In a way that few folks ever will But in the streets my love was tempted By a twenty-dollar bill Wildfire in Memphis Hurricane in Jacksonville Blow ’way my streetwalkin’ feet And take me where you will Take me where you will