CHECK YOURSELF

You better check yourself, don’t know what you’re doing
You better check yourself, ’cause you don’t know what you’re doing
I see something in the making and ain’t nothing but some trouble brewing

You take Friday, Saturday, Sunday, too
You never home, what you trying to do?
Check yourself, don’t know what you’re doing
I see something in the making and nothing but trouble brewing

Well, I’ve told you once, told you twice
You can’t run around baby, be my wife
Check yourself, don’t know what you’re doing
I see something in the making and nothing but trouble brewing

Riding high, flying low, it’s time for me to go
Riding high, flying low, it’s time for me to go
I’m going to leave this town, I ain’t coming home no more
Better check yourself, don’t know what you’re doing
Better check yourself ’cause you don’t know what you’re doing
I see something in the making and nothing but some trouble brewing

-Lowell Fulson

Berkeley’s poetry Walk was laid in October 2003 along Edison Street between Shattuck and Milvia Streets. The route includes 128 metal plates with excerpts from songs, each of which is related in one way or another to the city of Berkeley.

The current sign features the song written by songwriter and blues guitarist Lowell Fulson (1921-1999). Paulson was one of the leading artists of the "West Coast Blues" in the 1940s and 1950s.