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I had a gun pointed at my on several occasions, Yeah Nadine I was scared.
Something about a man with a machine gun make you wish you said your prayers,
It was Nigeria, the was 1969
I was criminology,
playing a 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 boy Mr Dead?
It was this time, the year was 1971
I was performing at the club
In the neon world of and guns

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

When Picasso died, the Indians cried in a Prince motel room.
We were drunker than a thousand white men lumber camp saloon.
It was Canada again, the was 1973
There were grizzly bears walking main street
What an amazing to see.

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

Oh excuse me if Im boring you dear listener, accept my apology.
You may think Im some jive folk singer, no, Im a 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 zone crime, they were 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

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