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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 finishing in to old Cheyenne
We'll here I am in Sheridan and its 9
In the morning and a-going fast
I just pulled her over, had some and a donut
And I the car a brand new tank of gas

Well, I don't if I'm gonna make it
It's nine-fifteen, I'll be lucky if I get there
By god, now that I hear, is it a siren
Sure enough he got me on his
He pulled up behind me and on those flashing lights
A sign that I meant 'Pull Over'
So I on my brakes and as I skidded to a halt
I wiped out three reflector posts the shoulder

He got outta this car and was a-walkin' slow
So I out and met him half way
He out his gun and said, "Mister are you crazy
I ain't never seen drive that way"
I told him, "Take it easy" and he could put up cannon
The way he shakin', it just go off
He put up the gun as I explained my
He listened to my story he coughed

He wrote me out a ticket, that seemed to take
I it and as I headed for my car
That cop he hollered me and said, "Hey, cowboy
You better slow down 'cause you can't outrun radar"
As I rolled on the road, I was a-cursin' and a-swearin'
About the ticket I had just acquired
I wondered if I ought to pay it or it out the window
But I just set the damn thing afire

So I it once again and was a traveling 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 stop, so I just close my eyes
As the car rolls on the herd
When I opened up my eyes again, there's a sheep on the
And that herd's sayin' some mighty awful

The a-drippin' off my hands as I barrel through old Wheatland
I'm a wreck and I must be a sight
The flies this old car are buzzin' all around me
Guess my 24-hour deodorant quit last
60, 50, 40, 30, 20 miles more the rodeo in another 18 minutes
I pull in through the main gate and I hear the playing
I can't believe it, thank God, I made it

There's only one more that's standin' in my way
It's a with a weekend badge
He by the gate and as I slide her to a halt
He says, "Where in the you goin' so dog gone fast"
I tell him I'm entered and I got time to talk
My is in the chute and I'm late
He says I need to get a pass the secretary
My eyes get red, my fills up with hate

I yell, "You dirty so and so, you let me through"
he asked if I'd repeat that again
So I whacked him in the and then I left him lyin' there
On his back in the sand
I got there just in time to see my Bronc come out
His head and was held way up high
I swear he right straight at me and grinned and gave horse laugh And me I just stood there and cried

I turned around feelin' helpless and dumbfounded
I and what did I see
3 highway patrolmen and a gateman a fat lip
And were all a-lookin' right at me
Sittin' in the cell now I've a lot of thinkin'
that wild run I made a month ago
I'm that I'm in this rotten situation
If I could do it I wouldn't have drove so slow
If I could do it i wouldn't have drove so slow