Heard a woman screamin' in the alley Cryin', Lord, won't your come and rescue me Seems that I have got myself in trouble Looks like murder in the third degree When he picked me up he was a sailor But when he got me here he was a cop He said, I think it's time you learned a lesson I said, Man, ain't it time your learned to stop Drive on, Driver We're goin' for a ride We're runnin' into trouble And we're goin' to collide In his pants he had a deadly weapon But his silver bullet would not shoot He slugged me till he'd gotten what he wanted Ain't it strange the way you find a substitute He said, That's all there is, it's over I said, You're wrong, Man, it's just about to start I keep a blade for sentimental reasons And in a rage I drove it through his heart Someone run and find a straight policeman Tell him I have killed a crooked one I won't wait you may be gone forever Leave me with the bullets and the gun When you give a hungry man a license To do most ever that he please He'll lead you the point of desperation And then he'll want to drive you to your knees