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-a** And there's a law-man on his way