Crack House

CRACK HOUSE? They come most ofen two at a time Dressed all in black, with hoods I call ‘em black knights With hoods? Fer crap, it’s summer time! In-‘n-out o’ this house next door House went vacant, no sign ner nothin Folks moved out dead o’ night Couldn’t afford the rent, sound right? Next day this gal with a baby moves in Little gal, not more’n teens, couldn’t a been Dressed net as a pin That’s when the ins-‘n-outs begin I figur she might be a ho, somethin like that So. One mornin I say hello Had that baby in her arms Give me this hard ass, dead ahead stare I figur, what with the ins-‘n-outs she must be a front Wondered if that there was a real baby Or jist a big rag doll, maybe? In-an-out, in-an-out. Where’s all these black knights comin from? No cars, ner nothin, jist walkin down the street Never saw no faces All covered up from top to shoe laces This goes on fer a couple weeks Then, one noon, this black ‘n white This cop on the porch talkin to teeny front Lips movin, frowns flashin up and down Lookin neither left ner right All on a sudden head shakes, smiles Cop goes on his way No more black knights Teeny front moves out next day Dave Austin