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I had a gun pointed at my head on several occasions, Yeah I was scared.
Something about a black man with a gun make you wish you said your prayers,
It was Nigeria, the year was
I was criminology,
playing a little on the side.

In Apache Pass, Prince Rupert, Injun Jack a gun to my head
He said how do you like it now gentlemen? Hows your eyed boy Mr Dead?
It was Canada time, the year was 1971
I was performing at the Zanzibar
In the neon of knives and guns

Oh excuse me if Im boring you listener, accept my humble apology.
You may think Im just a singer, no, Im a master in the art of criminology.

When Picasso died, the Indians in a Prince George motel room.
We were drunker than a white men playing lumber camp saloon.
It was again, the year was 1973
There grizzly bears walking down main street
What an sight to see.

well the rides a cubist horse, the devil hes got angles
but God is an expressionist, he got the devil strangled down in purgatorian in hell
Ahh them southern rip just like that
Gods waiting is full of painters and poets
and old black jazz saints in pie hats

Oh excuse me if Im boring you dear listener, my humble apology.
You may Im some jive folk singer, no, Im a master in the art of criminology.

So I got off a in Nigeria, it was 1969. Arrested by Ton Ton Macoute.
Taking photos was a war crime, they were going to hack me up with machetes
a US ambassador come home paid my
So I played guitar Victor Uwaifo
and a little criminology on the side

Yeah my story and Im sticking to it
No regrets, no surrender, no
I a little bit about a lot of things
Im a in the art of criminology
thats my story and Im sticking to it
No regrets, no surrender, no
I know a little bit a lot of things
Im a in the art of criminology

No regrets, no surrender, no
I know a little bit about a lot of
Im a master in the art of