I Don't Know The Man

from by Horace Pickett

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I don't see any other choice
but to trust somebody who don't trust me
and never puts their trust in a digital watch
I'll have to admit he sounded legitimate
He'd kick up his toes and I chose to forget it
Cuz' he always came back ‘til he was caught
He never split the profit of a score
I'd have take it from his underwear drawer
With 300 bucks, on top of our luck,
we were less than a mile before we got stuck
And we both ran different ways across the tracks
A payphone booth reunited us both,
Soon the flashlights followed us with every move
And he swears I'll get my share when we get back
He calls himself a treasurer by trade
He tried to take all the money we made
Glad I hid a hundred of the money we made
Surviving the dawn, my partner was gone
When cop cars started driving up my lawn
And in hard restraints he waits for me as well
"We understand you know this man,
He told us traveling with fare in hand."
They all accused, but I refused to plead guilty for a two-bit cell
He never split the profit of a score
I'd have take it from his underwear drawer
You bet I'd have to take it from his underwear drawer

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from I Don't Know the Man, released October 26, 2012

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Horace Pickett Seattle, Washington

Horace Pickett combines a wide range of musical sensibilities from Rock & Roll, Folk, and Electronic, performing all songs with glamorous hints of stage theatrics. They are often compared to The Kinks, They Might Be Giants, and Beck.

Horace Pickett currently lives in Seattle, WA.
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