Going Down to Smyrna (from the album Catch the Squirrel)
I’m living with a sucker, living with a snitch
A bunch of bootlickers, and a son of a bitch
47 years old, and 3 squares day
20 years in, and a few on the way
Got in a fight, punched the other guy, cuffed me and stuffed me, cause he died
Gotta cowboy up, gotta be brave
My woman’s at my side, good thing Jesus saves
Goin’ gown to Smyrna (RPT)
Every week that passes is another week behind
All the bad drags, and the good flies by
They’ll throw you in the mhu, throw you in the shu
The guards don’t give a shit if you come back black and blue
On the outside the landscape may change
On the inside, everything remains the same
Write me a postcard… send me some pictures so I can see
What I am missing… Goin’ down to Smyrna
It might be hard to believe;
They were cheering when the towers fell
Don’t believe in no Shawshank Redemption
All these boys are goin’ to Hell.
In the chow hall they were skimpy with my plate.
But I controlled my anger and my hate
Maybe if I’m lucky, they’ll give me some “good time”
A case of state paper for me to write
On the outside the landscape may change
On the inside, everything remains the same
Write me a postcard… send me some pictures so I can see
What I am missing… CHORUS
Lyrics, Music & Arrangement By:
© 2004 Jeremy J. dePrisco
Album: Catch the Squirrel