music by Bill Payne You can say what you want
Young girls selling their wares, no cares
Ah, history's left its mark, aha
Old folks that were able
People runnin', talkin', it's all going on up and down the street
Now can table it at their own expense
They wouldn't miss it, they don't care if it's day or night
Oh the city she makes Sometimes your soul to feel floating just like a leaf in the wind
No one catches you but the gentle wind
Left right in the alley
Street is stream so it carries you past your present schemes 'til there is no end There ain't no Jane, no Jill, no Sally to see you through There ain't no Jane, no Jill, no Sally to see you through
So you do what you want
But while you're at it you'll have some fun
And pretend again that it's time to roam 'cause you can't go home
And through tears of laughter
Maybe you'll find your way today,
You know it's nothing until you find someone
You wouldn't miss it
You don't care if it's day or night.
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