Subterranean Homesick Blues - Alternate Take

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Johnny's in the basement mixin' up the medicine
 I'm on the pavement, thinkin' about the government
 The man in the trench coat, badge out, laid off
 Says he's got a bad cough, wants to get it paid off
 Look out, kid, it's somethin' you did
 God knows when, but you're doin' it again
 You better duck down the alleyway, lookin' for a new friend
 The man in the coon-skin cap in the big pen
 Wants 11 dollar bills, you only got ten
 Maggie comes fleet foot, face full of black soot
 Talkin' that the heat put plants in the bed book
 The phone's tapped anyway, Maggie says, "The man, he say
 They must bust in early May, orders from the D.A."
 Look out, kid, don't matter what you did
 Walk on your tip toes, don't tie no bows
 Better stay away from those that carry around a fire hose
 Keep a clean nose, watch the plainclothes
 You don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows
 Oh, get sick, get well, hang around a ink well
 Hang bail, hard to tell if anything is goin' to sell
 Try hard, get barred, get back, write braille
 Get jailed, jump bail, join the army if you fail
 Look out, kid, you're gonna get hit
 By losers, cheaters, six-time users
 Hangin' 'round the theaters
 Girl by the whirlpool's lookin' for a new fool
 Don't follow leaders, watch the parkin' meters
 Ah, get born, keep warm, short pants, romance
 Learn to dance, get dressed, get blessed, try to be a success
 Please her, please him, buy gifts, don't steal, don't lift
 20 years of schoolin' and they put you on the day shift
 Look out, kid, they keep it all hid
 Better jump down a manhole, light yourself a candle
 Don't wear sandals, try to avoid the scandals
 Don't want to be a bum, you better chew gum
 The pump don't work 'cause the vandals took the handles

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Duration
02:53
Key
4
Tempo
177 BPM

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