At seven this I got on the phone And said to hold my Bronc as as you can My car broke down in Billings and just got it back together be photo finishing in to old Cheyenne We'll I am in Sheridan and its 9 o'clock In the morning and times a-going I just pulled her over, had coffee and a donut And I bought the car a brand new of gas
Well, I don't know if I'm gonna 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 up behind me and turned on those flashing lights A sign I knew meant 'Pull Over' So I on my brakes and as I skidded to a halt I wiped out three posts along the shoulder
He got outta this car and was a-walkin' slow So I out and met him half way He jerked out his gun and said, "Mister are you I ain't never seen drive that way" I told him, "Take it easy" and he could put up that The way he shakin', it just go off He put up the gun as I explained my He listened to my story then he
He wrote me out a ticket, seemed to take forever I took it and as I for my car That cop he hollered after me and said, "Hey, You better slow down 'cause you can't outrun radar" As I rolled on down the road, I was and a-swearin' About the ticket that I had just I if I ought to pay it or throw it out the window But I just set the damn thing afire
So I gunned it again and was a traveling down the road With the gas pedal a to the floor When I came around a 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 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 words
The sweats a-drippin' off my hands as I through old Wheatland I'm a nervous and I must be a sight The flies this old car are buzzin' all around me Guess my 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 the anthem playing I believe it, thank God, I finally made it
There's only one more obstacle that's in my way a nitwit 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 him I'm entered and I ain't got time to talk My horse is in the chute and I'm He says I need to get a from the secretary My get red, my heart 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 mouth and I left him lyin' there On his back a-kickin' in the I got just in time to see my Bronc come runnin' out His head and tail was held way up I swear he looked right straight at me and and gave horse laugh And me I just stood there and cried
I turned around feelin' helpless and fairly I looked and did I see 3 highway patrolmen and a gateman a fat lip And they all a-lookin' right at me in the cell now I've done a lot of thinkin' About wild run I made a month ago I'm sorry I'm in this rotten situation If I could do it again I wouldn't drove so slow If I could do it again i wouldn't have drove so