Phoebe Snow - Easy Street lyrics

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 (Yes) 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 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 Mister it looks like you've got money alright I just wish you hadn't asked me to spend the night I guess I'll go without a fight Please God, help me