True Story of Rock & Roll in Detroit City
Rock & Roll
Riley Lincoln
West Palm Beach, FL
February 2015
The darkness settled over the city
The bright lights came aglow
On the bandstand the band was hammering
Out the sounds of old time rock & roll
At the bar whiskey and cocaine began to flow
The crowd whooped it up
Then yelled for more
A man carrying a bag of money
With a knife stuck in his back
Walked in the door
Fell dead upon the dnce room floor
A fat lady stood him up
And danced him off the dance floor
Propped him up on a barstool
And walked the bag of money over
To the bartender who was no fool
He was a little man, bug black 'stache
Usually covered with drool
Some white powder too
He whirled around and hollered
Drinks are on the house
And let's start with that hooch
Up there on the top shelf
And doubles for the band
And let's all go to rock & roll land
The band out of Mobile
Was named "Aunt Flow"
The band hit it hard and began to play
The building trembled
"Aunt Flow" was flowin'
Rock & roll was rollin'
Every time the barkeep
Hollered "Set 'em up on the house"
He would reach in the bag of money
Transfer the money to the register
A man of honesty
After about five or six hours
The bag of money went empty
The barkeep looked around
Seeing the stiff propped up on the stool
Is the only thing he found
The barman hollered "Throw him out!
He ain't spent a cent all night
We don't allow brokes to take up space"
Two big "heavies" came over, picked
The stiff up
And threw him out into the street
A big eighteen-wheeler came by
And ran over his feet
An old rusty car ran over his hand
Smashed his wedding band
The sun was starting to come up
Daylight was slowly coming to the city
Hookers were running so not to get
Daylight on them, rats were close behind
"Aunt Flow" was heading for the door
Rock & roll wasn't playin' any more
Another fun night in thye city
Was passing by
But if you ever get a chance
To hear the band "Aunt Flow"
They are a hell of a band
Don't miss them
See you, gotta go
Rock & Roll
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