A good boy a long ago Nothing to wear to go to school Couldn't afford the uniform So he decides to play the blues All those years in the countryside Grabbed his stuff and moved away Not ashamed to testify Birds flying away Spent some years in the church But the man can't see no God Lost the hope, hid the dirt Bark bite and like a dog Go home, and take your wine Go home, and take your pills Get drunk and choose your crime Within the dealer that disappears