People sleepin' on the sidewalks. On a rainy day. Families livin' under freeways. It's the American way. Starvin' in the city. While the farm goes to seed. Murder in the home. And crime on the streets.. Don't that trouble you brother?. Don't that trouble you pal?. Don't that trouble you sister?. Well that's life in the city.. All our old hangouts. Are boarded up and closed. Or being sold to someone. Nobody knows. I got a woman that loves me. And I love her so. She's all dressed up now. With nowhere to go.. Don't that trouble you brother?. Don't that trouble you pal?. Don't that trouble you sister?. Well that's life in the city.. That's life in the city.. Listen to me people. Hear what I have to say. Ever since I was knee high. I rocked my blues away. But people sleepin' on the sidewalks. And families in need. Murder in the home. And crime on the streets.. Don't that trouble you brother?. Don't that trouble you pal?. Don't that kill you sister?.