Solomon Jones Songtext / Lyric

A bunch of wild boys was hanging around

At the local neighborhood saloon

And some cat kept dropping quarters down in the jukebox

Playing all the favorite tunes



And back by the bar playing cards looking hard

Was big bad Solomon Jones

And watching over his luck

Was the love of his life

Is the lady that was known as Simone



When out of the night which was dark and cold

Into the smoke-filled dimly-lit room

Stumbled in a thug

Who was smelling like bud

And his eyes looked high as the moon



He looked like a man with his foot in the grave

And his lifetime about to be out

Yet he slapped down some hundred-dollar bills on the bar

And he yelled out "drinks on the house"






Now nobody could place where this dude was from

But we knew that he was far from home

But we drank to his health

And the last to drink was big bad Solomon Jones



Now there are some G's

Who just run the streets

And they live life in and out of jail

And such was he, that kind of OG

That looked like he'd been through hell



With his hair in cornrows

A mean mug grill

Like a dog who's day is done

He lit up the green stuff in his cigar

And took hits one by one



Now I got to thinking who this cat could be

And what the hell is- going on

Well I turned around and who was staring at him

The lady that was known as Simone



And the white t-shirt all stained with dirt

He was trying not to be rude

But he was trying to find another

Good song on the jukebox

So he could just set the mood



Have you ever been out in the city streets

With the gang-made players so clear

Where the police and gangsters control the block

And gunshots is all that you hear



When the only sounds are the drums of war

And you left out in the cold

A half-dead man in a half-dead world

And a yellow-brick road to go



Then all of a sudden the music changed

And everyone just held their post But it felt like a life had been robbed from you

And everything that you held close

That someone has stolen the women you love

And that her love was a devil's lie That your heart was gone and the best thing that you could do is crawl away and die It's the painful cry of a man's despair deep down in his bones I guess misery enjoys company, said big bad Solomon Jones



And the stranger turned

And his eyes had burned

In a most peculiar way

And the white t-shirt that was stained in dirt

He sat in to watch me sway



Then his mouth had frowned up in this kind of grin

And he spoke in a voice so clear

"Boys you don't know who I am

And I know that you just don't care"



"Now I'ma say these words

cause these words are true

And when I'm done here I'll be gone

But one of you boys is a shiesty dog

And his name is Solomon Jones"



Then I ducked my head

And the lights went out

And two guns blazed in the dark

Then I women swooned

And the lights came on

And the two men laced with the starch.



With a bullet in his head

And pumped full of lead

Was big bad Solomon Jones



What a thug from the street

Who was hoeing his heat

And who knows to that lady named Simone