Drive-By Truckers Guitar Man Upstairs lyrics

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 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 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