At this morning I got on the phone And to hold my Bronc as long as you can My car broke down in and they just got it back together I'll be photo finishing in to old We'll here I am in and its 9 o'clock In the morning and times a-going I just pulled her over, had some coffee and a And I bought the car a brand new of gas
Well, I don't if I'm gonna make it It's nine-fifteen, be lucky if I ever get there By god, now what's I hear, is it a siren Sure enough he got me on his He pulled up me and turned on those flashing lights A sign that I knew 'Pull Over' So I stomped on my brakes and as I skidded to a I wiped out three reflector posts the shoulder
He got outta car and was a-walkin' real slow So I out and met him half way He jerked out his gun and said, "Mister are you I ain't never seen nobody drive way" I told him, "Take it easy" and he put up that cannon The way he shakin', it might go off He put up the gun as I my situation He listened to my story he coughed
He wrote me out a ticket, that seemed to take I took it and as I for my car That cop he hollered me and said, "Hey, cowboy You better slow down you can't outrun this radar" As I rolled on down the road, I was and a-swearin' About the ticket I had just acquired I wondered if I ought to pay it or throw it out the But I might just set the damn thing
So I gunned it once again and was a down the road With the gas a mashed to the floor I came around a curve and right there in the highway There's more damn sheep than I ever before I'm going too fast to ever stop, so I just close my As the car rolls on the herd When I opened up my eyes again, a sheep on the fender And that herd's some mighty awful words
The sweats a-drippin' off my hands as I barrel through old I'm a nervous and I must be a sight The flies this old car are buzzin' all around me my 24-hour deodorant quit last night 60, 50, 40, 30, 20 miles the rodeo starts in another 18 minutes I pull in through the main gate and I hear the anthem I can't believe it, thank God, I made it
There's only one more that's standin' in my way It's a nitwit a weekend badge He by the gate and as I slide her to a halt He says, "Where in the hell you goin' so dog fast" I him I'm entered and I ain't got time to talk My horse is in the chute and I'm He says I to get a pass from the secretary My eyes get red, my heart up with hate
I yell, "You so and so, you better let me through" he asked if I'd repeat once again So I whacked him in the mouth and I left him lyin' there On his back in the sand I got there just in time to see my come runnin' out His head and tail was held way up I swear he looked right straight at me and grinned and horse laugh And me I just stood there and cried
I turned around feelin' helpless and fairly I and what did I see 3 highway patrolmen and a gateman a fat lip And they all a-lookin' right at me Sittin' in the cell now done a lot of thinkin' About that wild run I a month ago I'm sorry I'm in this rotten situation If I could do it again I wouldn't have drove so If I could do it again i wouldn't drove so slow