Sheriff's Drunk
Song Lyric
Midnight on the highway Looking every which-a way Headed for the county line Making their getaway Guess they went that-a way Listening for that siren's whine They dropped their mash They copped their cash Hauling fifty gallons in the trunk But they ain't gotta worry There's no need to hurry The sheriff's drunk And he's got White Lightning on the seat Black Jack underneath A holster full of Bristol Cream He's got wine in the rifle rack Another case in the back His ammo is a shot of Jim Beam He throws hisself in the tank But then he pulls rank He just can't keep hisself in Yeah, it oughta be a felony The way he's smelling The sheriff's got drunk again Yes and don't come crying If you're bleeding and dying Don't bother calling 911 If you're reporting misdemeanors You've been taken to the cleaners You'll just be wasting time, son Well some little dicken's Been stealing your chickens Your daughter's run off with a punk You better catch 'em yourself The sheriff ain't no help The sheriff's drunk CHORUS The board of deacons Had a little meeting They were talking hellfire come The deacon's testifying While the sheriff, he's a-crying And swearing off demon rum But early Sunday morning Preacher got a warning "Better haul yourself outta your bunk." The sheriff's in the pulpit The deacon's talking bullshit And the whole congregation's drunk CHORUS