I sung my way from London to France
with the songs in my sack
There's a street bar in Paris,
Give you a sandwich and pour you a beer
Give you a seat and they'll
Give you a seat and they'll
Way up in Zurich, I met a sweet thing
like a couple birds on the wing
We could sing a few songs,
we could feed two like one
we could feed two like one
They'll call me the busker
with the songs in my sack
I'll sing in your subways,
I am a street singer, I'm just singing
On a night train to Rome,
When I woke up, all my money was gone
you know my pockets were full
well, my pockets were full
Sweet Copenhagen, I fell under your spell
Felt drunk in your harbor,
On to Berlin, we played midnight to dawn
Till the walls started shakin'
Till the walls started shakin'
I swear I seen it fall down
Well I'm back down to Frankfort
Layin' in a station gettin'
The cops said to move my cops
They do what they're told
They do what they're told
with the songs in my sack
I am a street singer and I'm just singing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, singing man
Gonna take them up to heaven
like you took them through life
I say that workin' the streets,
than you'll ever see in your dreams
than you'll ever see in your dreams
So gather round the table
Take a hat to the streets
and do the best that you can
The one thing they don't have
is the freedom you've got
The one thing they don't have
is the freedom you've got
I'm a street singer, I'm just singing
