I was feeling lost
And kind of ill
So I wrote to God on my last dollar bill
My finances were nil

Please God, help me
I’m so poor
Send me something to wear
And something to eat
‘Cause I want to cross over onto Easy Street
I want to cross over onto Easy Street

I think I can see you through this fog of doom
You look like the type that rides on a broom
But can you tell me where I can rent a room?

Please God, help me
I’m so poor
Send me something to wear
And something to eat
‘Cause I want to cross over onto Easy Street
Yes, I want to cross over onto Easy Street

Walking through the park
At half-past nine
I met a bum who was drinking cheap wine
He said, “Here, have some of mine.”

Please God, help me
I’m so poor
Send me something to wear
And something to eat
‘Cause I want to cross over onto Easy Street

Mister, it looks like you’ve got money alright
Just wish you hadn’t asked me to spend the night
I guess I’ll go without a fight

Please God, help me
I’m so poor
Send me something to wear
And something to eat
‘Cause I want to cross over onto Easy Street
Yes, I want to cross over onto Easy Street