By Drive-by Truckers
rmofle at satx.rr.com
3/5/2005
I think I'm gonna call the [G]police,[C] I hear something up[G]stairs
And I [G]know good and well there ain't nothing [A7]good going on up [D]there
[C]There's probably ten or more of them sittin' all a[G]round[C]
[G]Smokin' that stuff and [D]drinkin' that hard liquor [G]down
I've been living in this [G]city [C]since the day I was [G]born
And I've [G]seen good times come and go and I've [A7]seen bad times drag [D]on
[C]I've seen white and black folks alike get [G]treated just like [C]sin
And every [G]year or so I see a [D]new truck load of [C]white trash movin' [G]in
[C]When I was sixteen I had a little [G]trouble with the law
He said "[G]Boy come here" I said "Boy yourself I [A7]ain't done nothing [D]wrong"
[C]He grabbed me by the arm and he [G]went upside my [C]head
No[G]body saw nothing but I [D]got a little spot where my [C]hair ain't grown back [G]yet
Solo
I used to have me a [G]woman[C] and a pretty fine [G]home
But it [G]took so much to keep them both going I was [A7]always out and [D]gone
[C]I came home one afternoon to [G]get me change of [G]clothes
Caught a [G]quick walkin', slick talkin', [D]guitar picker [C]headin' out my back [G]door
[C]Now I'm proud to say I ain't never [G]been no violent man
But I'd [G]sure be rotting in jail today if I'd [A7]had me a gun in my [D]hand
I [C]went inside and threw her clothes on the floor and laid a [G]suitcase across the [C]bed
Not a [G]word got spoke, not a [C]lick got throwed and my [C]woman ain't come back [G]yet
Solo
Now I live in this [G]building [C]with the punks and the [G]freaks
And I [G]don't do much of nothing except go to [A7]work, come home, and [D]drink
So [C]guitar man you done picked the [G]wrong damn place to [C]stay
I'm a [G]feeble old man, you're a young smart-[C]ass and there's a [C]lawman on his [G]way
rmofle at satx.rr.com
3/5/2005
I think I'm gonna call the [G]police,[C] I hear something up[G]stairs
And I [G]know good and well there ain't nothing [A7]good going on up [D]there
[C]There's probably ten or more of them sittin' all a[G]round[C]
[G]Smokin' that stuff and [D]drinkin' that hard liquor [G]down
I've been living in this [G]city [C]since the day I was [G]born
And I've [G]seen good times come and go and I've [A7]seen bad times drag [D]on
[C]I've seen white and black folks alike get [G]treated just like [C]sin
And every [G]year or so I see a [D]new truck load of [C]white trash movin' [G]in
[C]When I was sixteen I had a little [G]trouble with the law
He said "[G]Boy come here" I said "Boy yourself I [A7]ain't done nothing [D]wrong"
[C]He grabbed me by the arm and he [G]went upside my [C]head
No[G]body saw nothing but I [D]got a little spot where my [C]hair ain't grown back [G]yet
Solo
I used to have me a [G]woman[C] and a pretty fine [G]home
But it [G]took so much to keep them both going I was [A7]always out and [D]gone
[C]I came home one afternoon to [G]get me change of [G]clothes
Caught a [G]quick walkin', slick talkin', [D]guitar picker [C]headin' out my back [G]door
[C]Now I'm proud to say I ain't never [G]been no violent man
But I'd [G]sure be rotting in jail today if I'd [A7]had me a gun in my [D]hand
I [C]went inside and threw her clothes on the floor and laid a [G]suitcase across the [C]bed
Not a [G]word got spoke, not a [C]lick got throwed and my [C]woman ain't come back [G]yet
Solo
Now I live in this [G]building [C]with the punks and the [G]freaks
And I [G]don't do much of nothing except go to [A7]work, come home, and [D]drink
So [C]guitar man you done picked the [G]wrong damn place to [C]stay
I'm a [G]feeble old man, you're a young smart-[C]ass and there's a [C]lawman on his [G]way
