Sun sinking deep, fires burning down

Hard to see the moon, when the smoke is all around

I live in a big city

And they tell me we are free

I hear babies cryin'

There'll be killing in these streets



How many heartaches, how many years of pain

Just how many funerals, before the streets be safe again

I live in a big city

And they tell me we are free

I hear babies cryin'

There'll be killing in these streets



(guitar solo)



Evening sun going down, police using his billy stick

When the blood start to flowin', and it'll be flowin' till the mornin' come again

I live in a big city

And they tell me that we are free

Now I hear these babies cryin'

Do you know what that's doin' to me?

Lord it's tearin' my heart apart