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.