Shantytown

Duration

3:47

Genres

Folk

Description

Lyrics

Just outside the city they are putting up their tents Of blue tarps and boxes whatever they can invent Pot of soup on the fire their blankets on the ground In a shantytown Each day they ask themselves just how they got here Lost their jobs and homes and the money disappeared They look out at the rain but cannot turn around In a shantytown City officials keep forcing them to move Further away from any prospects to improve Ain’t it like kickin a man when he’s down In a shantytown Hard times is a phrase that cannot define the pain Of losing your dignity or sleepin out in the rain It cannot describe how far it is down To a shantytown Strange how one day you are part of a town The next you are searchin for a home on the ground Ain’t it like kickin a man when he’s down In a shantytown They say we are all one pay check away From riches to rags on any given day The tents multiply on the borrowed ground In a shanty town In a shanty town