verse 1 
C                  G          C       C/B 
  Thirty thousand men on the Bowery 
Am                 F            C 
  Thirty thousand men on the street 
F               G             C            F 
Can't help but roam when you ain't got no home 
         C            G           Am   F 
Beggin' handouts for something to eat 
         C            G            C 
Beggin' handouts for something to eat 


verse 2 
C                  G          C       C/B 
  Thirty thousand men on the sidewalk 
Am                 F          C 
  Thirty thousand men in the town 
F           G           C               F 
Nowhere to go when the wind starts to blow 
          C               G           Am   F 
Lookin' 'round for some place to lay down 
          C               G           C 
Lookin' 'round for some place to lay down 


verse 3 
C                  G             C       C/B 
  Thirty thousand men tired and dirty 
Am                 F         C 
  Thirty thousand men to be fed 
F              G             C             F 
Bussed out to Queens for a chance to get clean 
       C             G         Am   F 
And a shot at some sleep in a bed 
       C             G         C 
And a shot at some sleep in a bed 


verse 4 
C                  G          C       C/B 
  Thirty thousand men in the arm'ries 
Am                 F             C 
  Thirty thousand men down the block 
F               G              C         F 
Neighbors all shout "We don't want 'em about" 
          C           G           Am   F 
"Bus 'em back in the morning and stop" 
         C            G           C 
"Bus 'em back in the morning and stop" 


Verse 5 
C                  G         C       C/B 
  Thirty thousand men of depression 
Am                 F             C 
  Thirty thousand men 'neath a cloud 
F               G                C          F 
Jobs getting scarce and they're cutting welfares 
        C             G             Am   F 
And we might find ourselves in the crowd 
        C             G             C 
And we might find ourselves in the crowd 


Verse 6 
C                  G          C     C/B 
  Thirty thousand men in the city 
Am                 F           C 
  Thirty thousand men killin' time 
F             G              C               F 
Helpless and cold, some are young, some are old 
         C               G          Am   F 
Shabby clothes and some bottles of wine 
         C               G          C 
Shabby clothes and some bottles of wine