| Well, I recall days in the city | |
| And I think back, oh, what a pity! | |
| Rememberin' how it wasn't pretty | |
| Every day life in the city | |
| Out in the street we had to take it | |
| With friends around, couldn't it | |
| What wasn't there, we had to make it | |
| Hangin' out down in the city | |
| The hard times are dead and gone | |
| But the hard times have made me strong | |
| And the hard times have made me see | |
| That the hard times ain't where | |
| I wanna be | |
| We had to fight to be accepted | |
| It wasn't right and | |
| I protested | |
| For hangin' out we got arrested | |
| Every day life in the city | |
| We'd go to school and then we'd cut out | |
| Go to the park and space our heads out | |
| We called it fun but there was some doubt | |
| Hangin' out down in the city | |
| The hard times are dead and gone | |
| But the hard times have made me strong | |
| And the hard times have made me see | |
| That the hard times ain't where | |
| I wanna be | |
| I don't wanna be there or even think back | |
| I don't wanna be there, now | |
| I'm on the right track, yeah | |
| The hard times are dead and gone | |
| But the hard times have made me strong | |
| And the hard times have made me see | |
| That the hard times ain't where | |
| I wanna be | |
| I don't wanna be there or even think back | |
| I don't wanna be there, 'cause | |
| I'm on the right track | |
| Now I'm on the right track, | |
| I'm finally on the right track | |
| I'm finally on the right track |