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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 PColice, FI hear something upstCairs I know good and well there ain't nothing goDod going on up tGhere FThere's probably ten or more of them sittin' all Caround F CSmokin' that stuff and dGrinkin' that hard liquor Cdown
I've been living in this Ccity F since the day I was bCorn I've seen good times come and go and I've sDeen bad times dragG on FI've seen white and black folks alike get tCreated just likeF sin CAnd every year or so I see a Gnew truck load of Fwhite trash movin' Cin
FWhen I was sixteen I had a little Ctrouble with the law He said "Boy come here" I said "Boy yourself I aDin't done nothing wronGg" FHe grabbed me by the arm and He wCent upside my Fhead NobCody saw nothing But I gGot a little spot where my Fhair ain't grown back Cyet
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