I think I'm gonna call the Police, I hear
something upstairs

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 this city since the day I was
born

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

B ut 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 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