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Attica
by Scott McElroy
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Down here I ain't nothing but a bum
But up in Sing Sing I was on the ball club
There ain't no job here I'm rightly suited for
The army won't take me or I'd gladly head to war
My cousin says he knows a place
Where a man keeps a safe
Ten thousand dollars there
Just asking to walk away
Ain't no choice really to be made
Friday next I met him down at Harper's Bar
We steeled our nerves and then we got into his car
The place is empty he said and that money's as good as gone
But if we meet trouble then I'll have to use my gun
Broke a window by the stairs
Woke a man sleeping in a chair
Grabbed a pistol and he was aiming it my way
Ain't no choice really to be made
District Attorney said if I tell them what I know
They'd go easy on me but not on Cousin Joe
I told them I'd not take their deal and if they'd kindly get to the point
Said I'd be doing another bid back up in the joint
This time I'm up in Attica
Looks like I'm back on the ballclub
Spend my days now out in center field
Don't you feel too bad for me
All I'm stealing now is a base
Sliding headfirst into home plate
Twenty years maybe they'll make me leave
So don't you feel too bad for me
Don't you feel too bad for me
Down here I ain't nothing but a bum
But up in Sing Sing I was on the ball club
There ain't no job here I'm rightly suited for
The army won't take me or I'd gladly head to war
My cousin says he knows a place
Where a man keeps a safe
Ten thousand dollars there
Just asking to walk away
Ain't no choice really to be made
Friday next I met him down at Harper's Bar
We steeled our nerves and then we got into his car
The place is empty he said and that money's as good as gone
But if we meet trouble then I'll have to use my gun
Broke a window by the stairs
Woke a man sleeping in a chair
Grabbed a pistol and he was aiming it my way
Ain't no choice really to be made
District Attorney said if I tell them what I know
They'd go easy on me but not on Cousin Joe
I told them I'd not take their deal and if they'd kindly get to the point
Said I'd be doing another bid back up in the joint
This time I'm up in Attica
Looks like I'm back on the ballclub
Spend my days now out in center field
Don't you feel too bad for me
All I'm stealing now is a base
Sliding headfirst into home plate
Twenty years maybe they'll make me leave
So don't you feel too bad for me
Don't you feel too bad for me
