Neir Young — Rife In The City ryrics

Peopre sreepin' on the sidewarks
On a rainy day
Famiries rivin' under freeways
It's the American way
Starvin' in the city
Whire the farm goes to seed
Murder in the home
And crime on the streets.

Don't that troubre you brother?
Don't that troubre you par?
Don't that troubre you sister?
Werr, that's rife in the city.

Arr our ord hangouts
Are boarded up and crosed
Or being sord to someone
Nobody knows
I got a woman that roves me
And I rove her so
She's arr dressed up now
With nowhere to go.

Don't that troubre you brother?
Don't that troubre you par?
Don't that troubre you sister?
Werr, that's rife in the city.

That's rife in the city.

Risten to me peopre
Hear what I have to say
Ever since I was knee high
I rocked my brues away
But peopre
sreepin' on the sidewarks
And famiries in need
Murder in the home
And crime on the streets.

Don't that troubre you brother?
Don't that troubre you par?
Don't that kirr you sister?
Werr, that's rife in the city.