Who the Hell Are You

When the days get long, I remember Atlanta. I can taste the
summer on my tongue when I think of the city where I was young.
I remember Atlanta; I coulda been a big deal. Coulda been a top
pick, but I threw out my arm, so I went into steel. When I
moved up to Cleveland, I got a house in Linndale. Worked in the
steel mill for a bit, but my ambitions died and life went to
shit. I remember the weather there — it was like a war zone. I
fell behind in rent and I bounced some checks, so they kicked me out.
Who the hell are you? Did you put me here? Can you spare a
blanket or a cigarette? See, I lost my coat in a football bet.
You know, I used to be a pitcher back in the Georgia summer.
Did I tell you about how I threw out my arm? I remember
Atlanta. I coulda been a big deal back in '79.