Letras de Canciones de Harry Chapin
Copper
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was a sure fire way you found Acting like a half
wit fool, laying your money around Well I came
back here to tell you Lou, 'bout what you almost
did Don't you ever put the cash on the counter
Lou, when I'm with my kid Yeah the kid's thirteen
he's growing Lou, two years and he'll be bigger
than me Still he thinks I'm strong as a blacksmith
and straighter than the tall oak tree I raised him
alone ten years now since his Mama ran away And
you ain't gonna blow his image of me for the stunt
like you pulled today
Chorus: They took the copper right out of the
penny Lou They got the pig locked up in the pen
But you're in big trouble with me, yes you If you
ever do that again Ten bucks a week protection
don't mean I can't knock you down You've got to
treat me like a living saint Lou, whenever my
son's around
Yeah the kid wants to be a policeman just like me
You know he'll be a good one the way I started out
to be And he just might end up police chief, now
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wouldn't that be something to see? 'Cause then the
kid would kick right off of the force all the
two-bit grifters like me
Chorus
I guess it was when my old lady left me and she
took off with a salesman guy I started to see
things so differently, cut your own slice out of
the pie Yeah I grew up and it came clear to me all
the smart cops on the make You get a silver badge
not an old tin star when you're on the take It's
pimps and whores, punk gang wars, robberies and
homicides When you walk the beat with the creeps
on the street, well there ain't no way to hide I
spent half my life without no wife ridin' herd on
the scum of the earth I learned the tricks of the
trade from the gutter parade and then I prayed for
all I'm worth Don't you know I appreciate the
money Lou, 'cause it all goes into the bank And
when I send my kid to college someday I'll have
guys like you to thank Yeah ten bucks a week on
your grocery store means you don't have to worry
'bout crime But hold your money when the kid's
with me you can pay me double next time
Chorus
Ten bucks a week protection don't mean I can't
knock you down You've got to treat me like a
living saint Lou, whenever my son's around
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