Widespread Panic - Old Neighborhood lyrics

Well, One-Arm Steve
Yeah he threw me out the door
Said come back sometime when your
Picture's on the wall
Hey now, you got to get on out
Got no time to field your problems
God damn, the repo man
Been knocking on the door
Said sonny won't you walk this line
And put your hands up on the car
Well, he may not be a talker
But he always knows what's going on

So Sister Ann, she sat my ass up on the table
Said sit still son
'cause this won't hurt a bit
Hey, now she's got a wonder
Drug for this deaf, dumb, and blind man
Took me to the hospital
Some nurse rolled up my sleeve
Hey Annie, break my walking stick
And work a miracle on me
She may not be the doctor
But she always knows what's going on
Well Say Hey Willy Mays
What's in your suitcase full of wonders
Big city doctor fix me up and make me right
He said poppin' the devil's pills, will
Take you straight to hell, boy
God damn, the reaper man
He just walked through the door
He said sonny won't you step outside and
We can settle on your soul
Willie Mays is not a toker
But he always knows what's going on

Yeah, he may not be a toker
But he always knows what's going on