Song Description
Empty train cars approaching abandoned cities...
Song Length |
2:55 |
Genre |
Folk - Americana, Blues - Delta |
Tempo |
Floating |
Mood |
Horrible, Still |
Subject |
Luck/Coincidence, Power |
Similar Artists |
Percy Sledge, Sam Cooke |
Language |
Latin |
Era |
1930 - 1939 |
Lyrics
A Problem Child - Troubled Man's Blues
Nick Coleman & Cole Crawford-Hurst
02/20/2017
Well I never had a nickel honey -
Never had a dime,
Never stood a chance in hell -
So I chose a life of crime,
And I started with the petty stuff -
Like stealing laundry off the line,
Got branded "a delinquent" -
And sent to Juvie when I was nine,
*CHORUS:
Well men like me will only do,
What we want - when we want to,
We'll break your laws and make the news,
Well that problem child - mama - got them troubled man blues,
That problem child - mama - he got them troubled man's blues,
Well I always played the outlaw -
I never played the pig,
And they privatized the prisons -
Back when I was still a kid,
And I used to have a choice -
Either 'time out' or 'gettin whipped',
Till that leather belt wore out -
And forced me to pick alternative consequence,
*CHORUS:
Well men like me will only do,
What we want - when we want to,
We'll break the law - we'll make the news,
We'll lead your city's finest on a high speed pursuit,
And now the child's running wild,
Dangerous man still on the loose,
Well your problem child - mama - got them troubled man blues,
This problem child - mama - he got them troubled man's blues,
They've put cuffs around my wrists -
Left bruises on my face,
They've shoved me into squad cars -
And hauled my ass away,
And they've taken fingerprints and mug shots -
Dating back to 88,
Spent my summers in a holding cell -
And the winters locked upstate,
*CHORUS:
Well men like me will only do,
What we want - when we want to,
We'll break your laws and make the news,
That problem child - mama - got them troubled man's blues,
That problem child - mama - got them troubled man's blues,
Well I always played the outlaw -
I never played the pig,
And they privatized the prisons -
Back when I was still a kid,
Well court appointed lawyers -
Are the only one a poor man gets,
They're a bungling bunch of idiots -
Unskilled and ill-equipped,
*CHORUS:
Well men like me will only do,
What we want - when we want to,
We'll break your laws and make the news,
That problem child - mama - got them troubled man's blues,
That problem child - mama - got them troubled man's blues,
And there's no such thing as justice -
The world is never fair,
It's designed by those in power -
Not those in need or those who care,
It's the establishment who's dangerous -
They profit from despair,
Well their crimes are twice as heinous -
And their convictions are twice as rare,
*CHORUS:
Well men like me will only do,
What we want - when we want to,
We'll break your laws and make the news,
That problem child - mama - got them troubled man's blues,
That problem child - mama - got them troubled man's blues,
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