At seven morning I got on the phone And said to my Bronc as long as you can My car broke down in Billings and they just got it back I'll be photo finishing in to old 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, be lucky if I ever get there By god, now that I hear, is it a siren enough he got me on his radar He pulled up me and turned on those flashing lights A sign that I meant 'Pull Over' So I stomped on my and as I skidded to a halt I wiped out three reflector posts along the
He got outta car and was a-walkin' real 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 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 then he
He me out a ticket, that seemed to take forever I took it and as I 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 a-cursin' and 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 traveling down the 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 seen before I'm too fast to ever stop, so I just close my eyes As the car rolls on through the I opened up my eyes again, there's a sheep on the fender And herd's sayin' some mighty awful words
The a-drippin' off my hands as I barrel through old Wheatland I'm a wreck and I must be a sight The inside this old car are buzzin' all around me Guess my 24-hour deodorant quit night 60, 50, 40, 30, 20 miles more the rodeo starts in 18 minutes I pull in the main gate and I hear the anthem playing I can't believe it, thank God, I finally it
There's only one more that's standin' in my way It's a with a weekend badge He standin' by the gate and as I her to a halt He says, "Where in the hell you goin' so dog fast" I tell him I'm entered and I got time to talk My horse is in the 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 once again So I whacked him in the mouth and then I left him there On his back a-kickin' in the I got there 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 dumbfounded I looked and did I see 3 highway and a gateman with a fat lip And they were all a-lookin' at me Sittin' in the now I've done a lot of thinkin' About that wild run I made a ago I'm that I'm in this rotten situation If I could do it again I wouldn't have so slow If I could do it again i wouldn't have so slow