I think I'm gonna call the Police, I hear something upstairs.
And I know good and well there ain't nothing good going on up there.
There's probably ten or more of them sittin' all around
Smokin' that stuff and drinkin' that hard liquor down.
I've been living in the city since the day I was born.
And I've seen good times come and go and I've seen bad times drag on.
I've seen white and black folks alike get treated just like sin.
And every year or so I see a new truck load of white trash movin' in.
When I was sixteen I had a little trouble with the law.
He said "Boy come here" I said "Boy yourself,
I ain't done nothing wrong."
He grabbed me by the arm and he went upside my head.
Nobody saw nothing,
but I got a little spot where my hair ain't grown back yet.
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 and 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, and come home, and drink.
So guitar man upstairs you done picked the wrong damn place to stay.
I'm just an evil old man,
You're a young smart-ass,
and there's a law-man on his way.