Downtown L.A. is a depressing place
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You can see young men with deep lines in their face
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They could all be something if somebody cared
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But nobody knows they're even down there
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Old woman walking with a sack on her back
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Picking up the garbage people put out back
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Men down there trying to walk the line
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Trading their soul for a bottle of wine
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In the inner city it ain't no good
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It's a long, long way from Hollywood
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Bad kind of people got a hold of the street
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They got something that the poor people need
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At two in the morning they bust your head
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Fat chance walking you'll end up dead
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It' the law of the jungle with a gun and a knife
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If you stay long enough you lose your life
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Man down there he couldn't be lying
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He was sleeping in the street and he couldn't keep from crying
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Said he'd been there for twenty one years
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Through the bars and the brawls and the blues and the tears
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Prop up the front the back falls down
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All around the canyons of L.A. town
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When he asked me for a dollar I looked him in his face
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Downtown L.A. is a depressing place
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Downtown L.A.
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| J. J. Cale |
