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GUITAR MAN UPSTAIRS (Cooley / DBT) (Scene: a small apartment on the south side of Birmingham as a pissed off old man rants:)
I think I'm gonna call the PAolice, DI hear something upstAairs I know good and well there ain't nothing goBod going on up tEhere DThere's probably ten or more of them sittin' all Aaround D ASmokin' that stuff and dErinkin' that hard liquor Adown
I've been living in this Acity D since the day I was bAorn I've seen good times come and go and I've sBeen bad times dragE on DI've seen white and black folks alike get tAreated just likeD sin AAnd every year or so I see a Enew truck load of Dwhite trash movin' Ain
DWhen I was sixteen I had a little Atrouble with the law He said "Boy come here" I said "Boy yourself I aBin't done nothing wronEg" DHe grabbed me by the arm and He wAent upside my Dhead NobAody saw nothing But I gEot a little spot where my Dhair ain't grown back Ayet
I used to have me a woman and a pretty fine home But it took so much to keep them both going I was always out and gone I came home one afternoon to get me change of clothes Caught a quick walkin' slick talkin' guitar picker Headin' out my back door Now I'm proud to say I ain't never been no violent man But I'd sure be rotting in jail today if I'd had me a gun in my hand I went inside threw her clothes on the floor and laid a suitcase across the bed Not a word got spoke not a lick got throwed And my woman ain't come back yet Now I live in this building with the punks and the freaks And I don't do much of nothing except go to work, come home, and drink So guitar man you done picked the wrong damn place to stay I'm a feeble old man You're a young smart-ass And there's a law-man on his way