Nineteeth Street Blues
I’m just sitting on my doorstep
In this dreary part of town
Playing the
My pathway lights have been bashed out
My car’s been vandalized
I daren’t let my children out to play.
We’ve called the cops too many times
And now they just don’t come
I guess they think that folks like us don’t count.
I park my car and hide inside
My baby at my side.
Out on my street I know that danger’s near.
We’re tied in knots with mortgages
We can’t get free of that
The house is great, it’s just the neighborhood.
And selling’s not an option now
Who’d want to buy this place
With neighbors like we have across the street?
So I lift my voice in plaintive note
That no one wants to hear.
Crying my