Guitar Man Upstairs — текст песни (Drive-By Truckers)

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