Words and music by bob seger      Shakey davey's got a twelve gauge in his hand   It's sawed off to the limit   He's got a vague plan   There's this liquor store on madison   There's another one down on washington square   He's pretty sure no one's ever seen him   Down around there      The first one's birdshot the next four are double aught buck   The last one's a slug just for good luck   He's got his works in his pocket   He wants to score as soon as he's done   He can't wait to get straight to get long gone      He puts on his long coat scribbles off a short note   Sits himself down and waits for the sun to go down      It's right around midnight and there's still too damn many people on this street   He's walked all the way from battery park he's got sweaty hands and burnin' feet   He's desperate for a fix   His body's screamin' "get me high"   He bursts through the door and lets one fly      Sunrise in the park and davey's cold as stone   He got some bad merchandise and he was all alone   Two more unsolved mysteries a iot of paper pushed around   Most folks are just wakin' up in this great big town