Big City

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 --- Big City - Luther Allison