- A D A
Living down here
D A they throw me down and count me
D AI’m making this up
- D A
it keeps my feathers clean
E D A And the black boys they kick my ass and tell me
E E7 AThat the women their ruby lips are dry
(Chorus)E AI get angry I get sad
E AAnd I lose that sweetness that I used to have
- E
And I boil my strings
A E To bring them back to gold
A EBring them back to gold
- E7 A
Bring them back to gold
(second verse)
Sleeping in here, they give me plenty to eat
Don’t make trouble, make something with concrete
So I fill my pipes with it to break them black boys heads
Lord I wish I had a gun, I wish I had a gun
- Chorus
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