That young boy without a name
anywhere, I'd know his face.
G (Em*) * If solo acoustic, Em sounds better
seen him, seen him.
Oh, I see him every day.
I’ve seen him run outside looking for a place to hide
from his father, the kid half naked made me
say to myself, “Oh, what's the matter here?"
Chorus:
tired of the ex-c-u-s-e-s everybody uses, he's their
kid, (so) I stay out of it, but
who gave you the right to do
this?
Verse:
We live on Morgan Street,
just ten feet between.
And his mother,
I never see her, but her
screams and curses,
I hear them every day.
Threats like: "If you don't mind
I will beat on your behind,"
"Slap you, I’ll
slap you silly." Made me
say-ay-ay-ay,
“Oh, what's the matter here?!" I’m
Chorus 2:
tired of the exc-u-s-e-s everybody uses, he's your
kid, (so) do as you see fit, but
get this through that I don't approve of what you
did to your own flesh and blood.
Chorus 3:
I'm tired of the excuses everybody uses, he's your
kid, so do as you see fit, but
get this through that I don't approve of what you
did to your own flesh and blood.
Interlude:
"If you don't sit in your chair straight, I’ll
take this belt from around my waist and
don't you think that I won't use it!"
(chorus chords continued through end)
Answer me and take your time, what could be the awful crime he
could do at so young an age? And if I’m the
only witness to your madness offer me some words to balance
out what I see and what I hear. Ohhh, these
cold and cruel things that you do, I sup(pose)
you do them because he belongs to you. And, in-st(ead)
of love and the feeling of warmth, you offer him these cuts and sores that
don’t heal with time or with age.
And, I want to say I want to
(switch to chorus chords played like verse endings)
say-ay-ay-ay
“Oh, what’s the matter here?!” But, I don’t dare
say-ay-ay-ay
“What’s the matter here?!” No, I don’t dare
say-ay-ayyyyyyyy-ayyyyyyyyyy
D G (1 strum, let ring)
Em(7) = 022000 (022033 or 022030)