This is "Rockefeller Druglaw Blues" by the Felice Brothers
On the three Rockefellers in the chorus, play a different chord each time (D, then A, the F#m)
The exhaust from the prison van’s going to heaven
But I’m going to Attica
Gonna put a hundred miles
Between me and my dealing habit
I’m watching Poughkeepsie move by
In the afternoon rain
My hands are turning blue
From these cuffs they got me in
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I tried to keep my job
At the dollar store
Found out my mama was sick and
A dollar wasn’t enough anymore
I promise you mama,
I’m gonna get you them pills
I got me a box of bags
And a baker’s scale
Chorus:
15 grams of heroin
An ounce of speed
15 years to life
, ,
Rockefeller x3
That’s a long old time
My brother was shot down on Warren St
A year ago tonight
Can’t you see the medics with his body
In the siren light
I promise you, brother,
I’ma be a good dad
I’ma give our children something
Like we never had
Chorus
Twenty boys in orange clothes
In the jailhouse yard
Twenty needle marks
On the arms of God
500 picketers this morning
On the governor’s lawn
50 white stars, my darling,
In the milky dawn
What fun.