Downtown L.A. - J.J.Cale

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

    Marco Giunco
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