I was driving home on the Boulevard late one night
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When I spied a cat over at the corner
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Thumbin' all alone
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Now as I passed him by
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I heard him holler out "Hey!"
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I slowed down to see what he said
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He hollered, "Mmmmm, by any chance you goin' my way?"
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I said "Why sure, baby, hop in and gimme a cigarette."
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Just then he reached down in his pockets
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And that was the moment that I regret
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He hollered, "Reach for the sky!"
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I said, "But I don't understand you, sir."
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"Don't give me no monkey business,
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This is the stopper in my hand."
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Again, he says, "Uh, looky here,
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You see this here I got in my hand.
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This is a thirty-eight pistol
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Built on a forty-five frame,
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Shoots tombstone bullets
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And a ball and chain.
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He said "Now, I-I-I-I ain't tryin' to shake you up,
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But, b-b-b but I just want you to know
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If the cops start to crowd me in
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Then you gonna be the first to go.
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Now looky here, don't even look back.
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Just drive on just like nothing happenin'.
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That's when he said, that's when he told me,
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He said, "Don't even look back or nothin'"
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He said, "Uh, now when I get to that red light..."
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He wanted me to go to my left
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And then jump back to my right
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He says, "Now, uh, I want you drive up in that alley,
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N-n-n-n-not that alley, that alley over there!
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And pull up behind that liquor store,
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And keep a sharp look out at all times
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While I sneak in the back door."
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That's when he told me,
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He said, "Uh, keep you foot on that gas,
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And always be on gaurd,
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'Cause when I come runnin' out of there
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with all that money..."
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He wanted me to mash down on it real hard
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He said, "Now, uh, don't let me come out there
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And find me a double-cross,
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Because I murder when the heat's on.
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He said, "Reach for the sky!"
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I said, "But I don't understand you, sir."
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"Don't try no monkey business,
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I gotta stopper in my hand."
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Wooo-weee, I was just sittin' there, just tremblin'!
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Just then a spotlight hit me dead in the face
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And this great big Chicago cop behind me said,
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"Uh, move over a little bit, baby,
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We gonna take your place."
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Just then this guy come runnin' out of the liquor store
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With all that money in his hand.
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He said, "Oh, there you are."
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He made a mistake in the dark
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And leaped in the police car.
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They put the handcuffs on him
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I said, "Child, your crime must have outgrew him!"
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And then they said, when the drove him away
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"We gonna put you so far back in jail this time,
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They gonna have to pump air into him."
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"Reach for the sky!"
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I said, "But I don't understand you, sir."
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"Don't give me no monkey business,
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This is the stopper in my hand."
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Cops And Robbers
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| George Thorogood And The Destroyers |
