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