Thirty Thousand Men

C                  G          C 
  Thirty thousand men on the 
      C/B
Bowery
Am                 F            C
  Thirty thousand men on the street
F               G             C 
Can't help but roam when you 
           F
ain't got no home
         C            G           
Beggin' handouts for something to 
Am   F
eat
         C            G         
Beggin' handouts for something to 
   C
eat


[Verse 2]
C                  G      
  Thirty thousand men on the 
    C       C/B
sidewalk
Am                 F          C
  Thirty thousand men in the town
F           G           C       
Nowhere to go when the wind 
        F
starts to blow
          C               G       
Lookin' 'round for some place to 
    Am   F
lay down
          C               G       
Lookin' 'round for some place to 
    C
lay down


Continúa después del anuncio
Eliminar anuncios
[Verse 3]
C                  G         
  Thirty thousand men tired and 
    C       C/B
dirty
Am                 F         C
  Thirty thousand men to be fed
F              G             C  
Bussed out to Queens for a 
           F
chance to get clean
       C             G         Am
And a shot at some sleep in a bed
   F

       C             G         C
And a shot at some sleep in a bed


[Verse 4]
C                  G      
  Thirty thousand men in the 
    C       C/B
arm'ries
Am                 F             C
  Thirty thousand men down the block
F               G              C
Neighbors all shout "We don't 
         F
want 'em about"
          C           G        
"Bus 'em back in the morning and 
   Am   F
stop"
         C            G        
"Bus 'em back in the morning and 
   C
stop"


[Verse 5]
C                  G         C  
  Thirty thousand men of 
     C/B
depression
Am                 F             C
  Thirty thousand men 'neath a cloud
F               G            
Jobs getting scarce and they're 
    C          F
cutting welfares
        C             G           
And we might find ourselves in the
  Am   F
 crowd
        C             G           
And we might find ourselves in the
  C
 crowd


[Verse 6]
C                  G          C 
  Thirty thousand men in the 
    C/B
city
Am                 F           C
  Thirty thousand men killin' time
F             G              C  
Helpless and cold, some are 
             F
young, some are old
         C               G        
Shabby clothes and some bottles of
  Am   F
 wine
         C               G        
Shabby clothes and some bottles of
  C
 wine