I'd like to tell y'all a story. About a friend of mine. Who liked to drink good whiskey, oh Lord. And have a real good time. His woman, you know she left him.
Have you ever lived down in the ghetto. Have you ever felt the cold wind blow. If you don't know what I mean. Won't you stand up and scream. 'Cause there's things goin' on that you don't know.