5¢ Whiskey

I'm Max. Max Roachclip.
I'm friends with Sam.
Known him for years.
I tell Sam street things.
He finds me a place to stay
or something to eat.
You wanna know about Sam?
One time we went to JB Eddies,
the place with the fake "5¢ Whiskey" signs.
The bartender tries to throw me out.
Sam sticks up for me though,
says I'm a guy who's been knocked down.
Thinks I need a hand and not a foot.
He looks after me and I look after him.

Two nights ago he was on 3rd and 52nd
casing a factory plant.
Said it was really a front for a drug warehouse.
Sam needed to get a copy of some documents.
They were phony records covering drug sales.
Well five guys were waiting for him.
Sam, he got hit pretty bad.
I found him ass-up, face down on a horse statue.
He was spittin' teeth. Not his own though.
The thugs were still after him
so I hid him at my place.

I look after Sam alright.
You got any change? Huh?
A dime? Thanks.
Hey . . . tell him I say hi.