At this morning I got on the phone And said to hold my as long as you can My car broke down in Billings and they just got it back I'll be finishing in to old Cheyenne We'll here I am in Sheridan and its 9 In the morning and times a-going I just pulled her over, had some and a donut And I the car a brand new tank of gas
Well, I know if I'm gonna make it nine-fifteen, I'll be lucky if I ever get there By god, now what's I hear, is it a siren Sure he got me on his radar He pulled up behind me and turned on those 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 along the
He got outta this car and was a-walkin' real So I jumped out and met him way He out his gun and said, "Mister are you crazy I ain't seen nobody drive that way" I told him, "Take it easy" and he could put up that The way he shakin', it might go off He put up the gun as I explained my He to my story then he coughed
He wrote me out a ticket, that to take forever I it and as I headed for my car That cop he after 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 that I had acquired I if I ought to pay it or throw it out the window But I might just set the damn afire
So I gunned it once again and was a down the road With the gas a mashed to the floor When I came around a curve and right in the highway There's more damn sheep than I ever seen I'm too fast to ever stop, so I just close my eyes As the car rolls on through the When I opened up my eyes again, a sheep on the fender And that herd's sayin' some awful words
The a-drippin' off my hands as I barrel 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 24-hour deodorant quit last 60, 50, 40, 30, 20 miles the rodeo starts in another 18 minutes I in through the main gate and I hear the anthem playing I can't it, thank God, I finally made it
There's only one obstacle that's standin' in my way It's a nitwit with a weekend He standin' by the gate and as I her to a halt He says, "Where in the hell you so dog gone fast" I him I'm entered and I ain't got time to talk My horse is in the and I'm late He says I need to get a pass from the My eyes get red, my heart fills up hate
I yell, "You so and so, you better let me through" he asked if I'd repeat that again So I whacked him in the mouth and then I left him there On his a-kickin' in the sand I got just in time to see my Bronc come runnin' out His head and was held way up high 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 and a gateman with a fat lip And they all a-lookin' right at me Sittin' in the cell now I've a lot of thinkin' About that wild run I a month ago I'm sorry that I'm in this rotten If I do it again I wouldn't have drove so slow If I could do it again i wouldn't drove so slow