Life in the City - Neil Young

People sleeping on the sidewalks

On a rainy day

Families living under freeways

It’s the American way

Starving in the city

While the farm goes to seed

Murder in the home

And crime on the streets

Don’t that trouble you brother?

Don’t that trouble you pal?

Don’t that trouble you sister?

Well, that’s life in the city

All our old hangouts

Are boarded up and closed

Or being sold to someone

Nobody knows

I got a woman that loves me

And I love her so

She’s all dressed up now

With nowhere to go

That’s life in the city

Listen to me people

Hear what I have to say

Ever since I was knee high

I rocked my blues away

But people

Sleeping on the sidewalks

And families in need

Murder in the home

And crime on the streets