 Out on the street I sell the news In my flannel shirt and my busted up shoes Yeah, I stay busy At the end of the day I walk me home With a few more dollars to call my own Back to tent city Ripped up seams and rained on sheets And a ragged old mattress and a roof that leaks Well, it ain't too pretty Well, it ain't too pretty, that old tent city But that's where I lay me down to rest It's a welcome sight in the cold dark night Come in your shower, what I call mine