Wildfire in Memphis
Hurricane in Jacksonville
Blow 'way my streetwalkin' feet
And take me where you will
I walked the streets in Dallas
And I picked up a buck in a carriage race
But in the dim light of the pool halls
I could not see my face
Dear sir, I haven't got a home
On these streets I live and roam
Please sir, take a poor boy home
I walk walk walk the streets all day
I walk walk walk the streets all night
I walk walk walk with my feet on fire
My love for hire
Oh, shall we retire?
Picked up in Hollywood
By a band of wealthy gypsies
Singing peace, love, Hare Krishna
Will you be a star today?
Have you ever played Romance in F
To the accompaniment
Of the earth tremblin' 'neath your feet
On Selma Avenue?
Well, in New York, I must admit, tricks are easier
More streets to walk at night
I know the name of every pick-up bar in town
Do you?
Dear sir, I haven't got a home
On these streets I live and roam
Please sir, take a poor boy home
I walk walk walk the streets all day
I walk walk walk the streets all night
I walk walk walk to my destiny
Someday I may be a big discovery
I learned to love my brother
In a way that few folks ever will
But in the streets my love was tempted
By a twenty-dollar bill
Wildfire in Memphis
Hurricane in Jacksonville
Blow 'way my streetwalkin' feet
And take me where you will
Take me where you will

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