Canned Heat - My Crime Lyrics

I went to Denver
Late last fall.
I went to do my job.
Yeah, I didn't break any law.
We worked a hippie place,
Like many in our land.
They couldn't bust the place,
And so they got the band.
'Cause the police in Denver,
No, they don't want none of them long hairs hanging around.
And that's the reason why
They want to tear Canned Heat's reputation down.
You people in Denver
Will know what I mean.
Yeah, the things I'm gonna tell ya.
Yeah, you've all heard and seen.
You remember when a cop on the beat
Used to rob and steal.
Today they're gone, but the others get it on,
So you know just how I feel.
'Cause the police in Denver,
Lord, they don't want none of them long hairs hanging around.
And that's the reason why
They try to tear Canned Heat's reputation down.
Yeah, they try to tear it down, boy.
They ain't gonna do it though.
Let me tell you this, just one more time.
Just one more thing I want to tell ya
Before I go.
It's a shame, the Man in Denver
Has to lie and mistreat people so.
Now, six months ain't no sentence,
One year ain't no time.
When I hear from one to ten,
It worries my troubled mind.
'Cause the police in Denver,
Lord, don't want no long hairs around.
And that's the reason why
They try to tear Canned Heat's reputation down.

I went to Denver
Late last fall.
I went to do my job.
Yeah, I didn't break any law.
We worked a hippie place,
Like many in our land.
They couldn't bust the place,
And so they got the band.
'Cause the police in Denver,
No, they don't want none of them long hairs hanging around.
And that's the reason why
They want to tear Canned Heat's reputation down.
You people in Denver
Will know what I mean.
Yeah, the things I'm gonna tell ya.
Yeah, you've all heard and seen.
You remember when a cop on the beat
Used to rob and steal.
Today they're gone, but the others get it on,
So you know just how I feel.
'Cause the police in Denver,
Lord, they don't want none of them long hairs hanging around.
And that's the reason why
They try to tear Canned Heat's reputation down.
Yeah, they try to tear it down, boy.
They ain't gonna do it though.
Let me tell you this, just one more time.
Just one more thing I want to tell ya
Before I go.
It's a shame, the Man in Denver
Has to lie and mistreat people so.
Now, six months ain't no sentence,
One year ain't no time.
When I hear from one to ten,
It worries my troubled mind.
'Cause the police in Denver,
Lord, don't want no long hairs around.
And that's the reason why
They try to tear Canned Heat's reputation down.