Corey Smith - Chattanooga Lyrics
Once upon a time there was a man, who traveled round with a guitar in hisHandFor the sake of the story, we’ll say his name was CoreyThe point of which I’m sure you’ll understandOne night in Chattanooga, Tennessee he drew fire from the local authoritiesStrangely enough, he didn’t break any lawsThey just said he pissed the wrong guy offAt a bar called Rhythm and Brews, Corey pulled a crowd though the crowdWasn’t hugeHe was happy as hell, he was loving his life,Making money for his children and his wifeThen in came a badge and a gunA man we’ll call Officer JohnHe was doing his job, come to make an arrestBut someone in the balcony poured a beer on his chestOh, John got fightin’ madHe started cussin’ and fashin’ his badgeHe couldn’t find the culprit to vent his rageSo he blamed Corey and the song he was singin’ on the stageKeep in mind Corey didn’t knowAbout the cop or the beer until after the showBut when it all came to an endThey said he’d never play in Chattanooga againFlash forward five long yearsCorey turned out to have a hell of a careerWhen a new club opened off of Market StreetThey invited Corey there just after opening weekFolks came out in drovesDemand was high, every ticket was soldThe crowd was loud, the fans were hypedAnd it was all shaping up to be a hell of a nightThen in came Officer JohnHe remembered Corey and the song he had sungEvidently he was still pissed offStarted making demands that Corey’s mic be turned offMeanwhile Corey made a speechAbout respecting the law and honoring the policeBut John already made up his mind,“This man is subversive. And he’s crossing the line.”He made threats to the owner of the club“You’re gonna have a problem if you don’t pull the plug.”The club didn’t feel like fightingThey knew Officer John would pull their liquor licenseSo when Corey started singing his most popular songFor a passionate crowd 1400 strongThe conspired to kill the PALike it was Red China not the USA (hey!)Damn there was nearly a riotIt’s all on video, there’s no way they can deny itIt was censorship at its worstAnd there’s a damn good reason that amendment is firstIf we don’t check power then power checks usAnd power ain’t always justYou see John kept pushin’ ‘til he got pushed backCorey was in the corner now he’s on the attackHe ain’t backin’ down til he gets his wayHe vows to go back to Chattanooga one dayHe’s gonna sing at the top of his lungs“***** the Po-Po!”Questions anyone?
