Copper Lyrics

Copper lyrics

If you were looking for a way to make me mad it was a sure fire way you
found

Acting like a half wit fool, laying your money around

Well I came back here to tell you Lou, 'bout what you almost did

Don't you ever put the cash on the counter Lou, when I'm with my kid

Yeah the kid's thirteen he's growing Lou, two years and he'll be bigger than
me

Still he thinks I'm strong as a blacksmith and straighter than the tall oak
tree

I raised him alone ten years now since his Mama ran away

And you ain't gonna blow his image of me for the stunt like you pulled
today



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They took the copper right out of the penny Lou

They got the pig locked up in the pen

But you're in big trouble with me, yes you

If you ever do that again

Ten bucks a week protection don't mean I can't knock you down

You've got to treat me like a living saint Lou, whenever my son's around 



Yeah the kid wants to be a policeman just like me

You know he'll be a good one the way I started out to be

And he just might end up police chief, now wouldn't that be something to
see?

'Cause then the kid would kick right off of the force all the two-bit grifters
like me 



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I guess it was when my old lady left me and she took off with a salesman
guy

I started to see things so differently, cut your own slice out of the pie

Yeah I grew up and it came clear to me all the smart cops on the make

You get a silver badge not an old tin star when you're on the take

It's pimps and whores, punk gang wars, robberies and homicides

When you walk the beat with the creeps on the street, well there ain't no way
to hide

I spent half my life without no wife ridin' herd on the scum of the earth

I learned the tricks of the trade from the gutter parade and then I prayed for
all I'm worth

Don't you know I appreciate the money Lou, 'cause it all goes into the bank

And when I send my kid to college someday I'll have guys like you to thank

Yeah ten bucks a week on your grocery store means you don't have to worry 'bout
crime But hold your money when the kid's with me you can pay me double next
time



Chorus



Ten bucks a week protection don't mean I can't knock you down

You've got to treat me like a living saint Lou, whenever my son's around