Bad Neighbor Blues by John Plainsong Lyrics

There’s this old guy, his name is Steve
Lives up the hill from a rusty winery
Sits on the front porch, listenin’ for a sound
Calls up the sheriff, says “shut the whole thing down”

We go up there from time to time when the weathers nice
Some times on Thursday, sipping Merlot with my wife
We like the music there. We like the lunch
But Steve the bad-ass apple spoils it for the whole damn bunch

[Locking your doors won’t stop the bad neighbor blues
Drawing your blinds won’t stop the bad neighbor blues
A barbed wire fence won’t stop the stench
Of the bad neighbor blues.]

We bought a little home in a little neighborhood
Things were going fine until they moved into the hood
They formed an HOA, made us all pay dues
With a little gang of bullies, was there nothing we could do?

We called a lawyer to alleviate our pain
We got autocrats and tyrants marching up and down our lane
He cried “they’re everywhere, from Portland to Bellevue
You need whiskey and a shotgun for the bad neighbor blues
Tweaker in the driveway; redneck in the shed
Throwing bottles outa Chevies. Shooting BBs at your pets
It's a smoky wet leaf bonfire. It's a detonating fuse
It's a national dilemma
It's the bad neighbor blues

[Hiding inside won’t stop the bad neighbor blues
Digging a trench won’t stop the bad neighbor blues
May you and yours never endure
The bad neighbor blues]