In the key of D Major
I was walkin’, I was just walkin’ home I saw him comin’, then the blue lights flashin’ I wanted to keep on walkin’, but he threatened to shoot me down He said, “Get on your knees…” but he through me down instead I wasn’t walkin’ any mo’, chest to the ground Neither line to walk, or sort of test He just assumed I had done more than walkin’ I had been walkin’, I had been just walkin’ home I walked miles yesterday, but in single file and to the right While they executed a means to profit from my plight So, after a telephone call or two… they let me have my bankcard back I told them to run it through. I had best get it all back Twelve hours later, I was walkin’ home, barefoot But I took the bus, after I laced my walkin’ shoes Obstructing a roadway? Public intoxication? Shit And to the fool whom kept me from walkin’: eat it and die for all I care It seems people are sending the wrong kind of message Some folk say it’s safer to drink, and then drive home in North Charleston There’ll Be No Drinkin’ In North Charleston
(c)2008 Donald J. Hurlbert
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