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I had a gun at my head on several occasions, Yeah Nadine I was scared.
Something about a black man with a machine gun make you wish you said prayers,
It was Nigeria, the was 1969
I was criminology,
a little guitar 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 blue eyed boy Mr
It was this time, the year was 1971
I was at the club Zanzibar
In the neon of knives and guns

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

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

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

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

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

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