My Crime – Canned Heat – letras

I Went To DenverLate Last FallI Went To Do My JobYeah I Didn’t Break Any LawWe Worked A Hippie PlaceLike Many In Our LandThey Couldn’t Bust The PlaceAnd So They Got The Band`cause The Police In DenverNo, They Don’t Want None Of Them Long Hairs Hanging AroundAnd That’s The Reason WhyThey Want To Tear Canned Heat’s Reputation DownYou People In DenverWill Know What I MeanYeah, The Things I’m Gonna Tell YaYeah, You’ve All Heard And SeenYou Remember When A Cop On The BeatUsed To Rob And StealToday They’re Gone, But The Others Get It OnSo You Know Just How I Feel`cause The Police In DenverLord, They Don’t Want None Of Them Long Hairs Hanging AroundAnd That’s The Reason WhyThey Try To Tear Canned Heat’s Reputation DownYeah, They Try To Tear It Down, BoyThey Ain’t Gonna Do It ThoughLet Me Tell You This Just One More TimeJust One More Thing I Wanna Tell YaBefore I GoIt’s A Shame The Man In DenverHas To Lie And Mistreat People SoNow Six Months Ain’t No SentenceOne Year Ain’t No TimeWhen I Hear From One To TenIt Worries My Troubled Mind`cause The Police In DenverLord, Don’t Want No Long Hairs AroundAnd That’s The Reason WhyThey Try To Tear Canned Heat’s Reputation Down