[A]Downtown L.A. is a de[G]pressing place
You can s[D]ee young men with deep lines in [Ami]their face
They could all be something if [G]somebody cared
But n[D]obody knows they're even [Ami]down there
[G]Old woman walking with [Ami]a sack on her back
[G]Picking up the garbage people [Emi]put out back
Men down there trying to walk [Ami]the line
Trading their soul for a [D]bottle of wine[Ami]
In the inner city it ain't [D]no good
It's a long, long way from Holly[Ami]wood
Bad kind of people [G]got a hold of the street
[D]They got something that the poor people need[G]
At two in the morning they [Bmi]bust your [G]head
Fat [D]chance walking [Ami]you'll end up dead
[G]It' the law of the jungle with a gun and a [Ami]knife[G]
If you stay long enough you lose your life[Ami] [D] [Ami] [G] [D] [A] [G] [Ami] [G] [Ami] [G] [D] [G] [Emi]
[G]Man down there he couldn't be lying                                 
He was [D]sleeping in the street and he couldn't keep from crying  
Said he'd been there for [G]twenty one years
[D]Through the bars and the brawls and the blues and the [Ami]tears
Prop up the [Bmi]front the [C]back falls down
[D]All around the canyons of L.A. town
[G]When he asked me for a [A]dollar I looked [Ami]him in his face
[G]Downtown L.A. is a depressing place[Ami] [D] [Ami] [G] [D] [A] [G] [Ami] [G] [Ami] [G] [D] [G] [Emi]