Drive-By Truckers - Guitar Man Upstairs lyrics
[Drive-By Truckers - Guitar Man Upstairs lyrics]
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
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
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 'em 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 rottin' in jail today if
I'd had me a gun in my hand
I went inside and threw her
Clothes on the floor
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
'cept go to work, come home, and drink
So guitar man upstairs
You done picked the wrong damn place to stay
I'm just a feeble old man
You're a young smart-ass
And there's a law man on his way
I hear something upstairs
I know good and well there ain't
Nothing good going on up there
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
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 'em 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 rottin' in jail today if
I'd had me a gun in my hand
I went inside and threw her
Clothes on the floor
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
'cept go to work, come home, and drink
So guitar man upstairs
You done picked the wrong damn place to stay
I'm just a feeble old man
You're a young smart-ass
And there's a law man on his way