Phoebe Snow - Easy Street Lyrics
I was feeling lostAnd kind of illSo I wrote to God on my last dollar billMy finances were nilPlease God, help meI'm so poorSend me something to wearAnd something to eat'Cause I want to cross over onto Easy StreetI want to cross over onto Easy StreetI think I can see you through this fog of doomYou look like the type that rides on a broomBut can you tell me where I can rent a room?Please God, help meI'm so poorSend me something to wearAnd something to eat'Cause I want to cross over onto Easy StreetYes, I want to cross over onto Easy StreetWalking through the parkAt half-past nineI met a bum who was drinking cheap wineHe said, "Here, have some of mine."Please God, help meI'm so poorSend me something to wearAnd something to eat'Cause I want to cross over onto Easy StreetMister, it looks like you've got money alrightJust wish you hadn't asked me to spend the nightI guess I'll go without a fightPlease God, help meI'm so poorSend me something to wearAnd something to eat'Cause I want to cross over onto Easy StreetYes, I want to cross over onto Easy Street
