Ain't always pretty Ain't always warm Ain't always dry When it storms It ain't always sweet Ain't always fine But it's familiar An' it's all mine
Hot in the summer Cold christmas time Wet in the spring But fall can be kind Sleep in the park My bed is free Layin' in the dark It's what i see
In the street I know my way around I can be myself Alone or In a crowd
Sometimes i admit It's not much fun Sometimes lonely Under the sun Sittin' on benches Sometimes i walk Man if these alleys An' streets could talk
People don't know How i came to be Lost my poor mary Sick as could be I started to drink My sorrow away Lost everything So here i will stay
In the street I know my way around I can be myself Alone or In a crowd
No ain't always pretty Ain't always warm It ain't always dry Tough when it storms Like a thief on a cross Sometimes i bleed But i know the street An' the street knows me Like a thief on a cross Sometimes i bleed But i know the street An' the street knows me
