Guitar Man Upstairs Lyrics - Southern Rock Opera - 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 

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