Inner City Blues (Make Me Wanna Holler) - The Dirty Dozen Brass Band

Dah, dah, dah, dah

dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah

Dah, dah, dah, dah

Dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah

Dah, dah, dah

Rockets, moon shots

Spend it on the have nots

Money, we make it Fore we see it you take it Oh, make you wanna holler

The way they do my life

Make me wanna holler

The way they do my life

This ain’t livin', This ain’t livin'

No, no baby, this ain’t livin'

No, no, no Inflation no chance

To increase finance

Bills pile up sky high

Send that boy off to die

Oh, make me wanna holler

The way they do my life

Make me wanna holler

The way they do my life

Dah, dah, dah

Dah, dah, dah

Hang ups, let downs

Bad breaks, set backs

Natural fact is I can’t pay my taxes

Oh, make me wanna holler

And throw up both my hands

Yea, it makes me wanna holler

And throw up both my hands

Crime is increasing

Trigger happy policing

Panic is spreading

God knows where we’re heading

Oh, make me wanna holler

They don’t understand

Dah, dah, dah

Dah, dah, dah

Dah, dah, dah

Mother, mother

Everybody thinks we’re wrong

Who are they to judge us Simply cause we wear our hair long