| D | G | D | G |
| D | G | |
| If you were | looking for a way to | get me mad |
| D | G | |
| It was a | sure fire way you | found |
| D | G | A | A7 | |
| Acting like a | half-wit fool, | laying your money |
| around |
| D | G | |
| Well, I | came back to | tell you Lou, |
| D | G | |
| ^?bout | what you almost | did |
| A | C | |
| Don^?t you | ever put the cash on the | counter, Lou, |
| F | C | G | |
| when I^?m | with my | kid |
| D | G | |
| Yeah, the | kid^?s 13, he^?s | growin^? Lou, two years |
| D | G | |
| And | he^?ll be bigger than | me |
| D | G | |
| Still he | think^?s I^?m strong as a | blacksmith and |
| A | A7 | |
| straighter than the tall oak | tree |
| D | G | |
| I | raised him alone ten | years now, |
| D | G | |
| since his | momma ran | away |
| A | C | |
| Well, you | ain^?t gonna blow his | image of me |
| F | C | G | |
| With a | stunt like you | pulled | today |
| chorus |
| G | |
| They took the copper right outta the penny, Lou |
| D | |
| They got the | pig locked up in the pen |
| E | |
| But you^?re | in big trouble with me, yes, you |
| A | A7 | |
| If you | ever do that | again |
| D | D7 | |
| Ten | bucks a week | protection |
| G | E | |
| don^?t | mean I can^?t knock you | down |
| D | D/c# | D/b | D | |
| You got to | treat me | like a | livin^? | saint, Lou |
| G | G/f# | D | |
| Whenever my | son^?s | around |
| D | G | D | G |
| D | G | D | G | |
| Yeah, the | kid wants to be a | policeman, | just like | me |
| D | G | |
| You | know he^?ll be a | good one, |
| A | A7 | |
| the | way I started out to | be |
| D | G | |
| And he | just might end up | police chief, |
| D | G | |
| Now | wouldn^?t that be something to | see |
| A | C | |
| ^?Cause then the | kid would kick right- | off the force |
| F | C | G | |
| All the | two-bit | grifters like | me (chorus) |
| D | G | |
| I guess it | was when my | old lady left me and |
| D | G | |
| She | took off with a saleman | guy |
| D | G | |
| I | started to see things | differently, |
| A | A7 | |
| cut your | own slice outta the | pie |
| D | G | |
| Yeah, I | grew up and it came | clear to me, |
| D | G | |
| all the | smart cops on the | make |
| A | C | |
| You get a | silver badge not an | old tin star |
| F | C | G | |
| when you^?re | on the | take |
| G | |
| It^?s pimps and whores, punk gang wars, |
| D | Bm | |
| Robberies and homicides |
| E | |
| When you | walk the beat with the creeps on the street |
| A | A7 | |
| Well, there | ain^?t no where to | hide |
| D | D7 | |
| I spent | half my life | without no wife |
| G | E | |
| Ridin^? | heard on the scum of the | earth |
| D | |
| I learned the | tricks of |
| D/c# | D/b | D | |
| the | trade from the | gutter | parade |
| G | G/f# | D | |
| And then I | prayed for | all I^?m | worth |
| D | G | D | G |
| D | G | |
| Don^?t you | know I appreciate the | money Lou, |
| D | G | |
| Cause it all goes into the | bank |
| D | G | |
| And when I | send my kid to | college some day |
| A | A7 | |
| He^?ll have | guys like you to | thank |
| D | G | |
| Yeah, | ten bucks a week on your | grocery store |
| D | G | |
| Means you | don^?t have to worry ^?bout | crime |
| A | C | |
| But | hold your money when the | kids with me, |
| F | C | G | |
| You can | pay me | double next | time (chorus) |
| Enjoy all. |
| Ken Reynolds |
| ( ltwu46b@prodigy.com ) |