There's a campfire burning on the Mississippi River bank My old pickup speakers are cranking out alot of Hank That's the sheriff's daughter dancin' on my hood With an empty bottle this can't be good.
There's an unwritten law in this sleepy little town There ain't no drinkin on the river when the sun goes down Think I see the blue lights comin' through the woods It's the sheriff and his posse, this can't be good
Everybody is runnin' like the end of the world is comin' With a Buffard T kinda law man closin' in She just keeps on rockin guess I better do some talkin She's too dumb to run n' I'm too drunk to swim This can't be good, this can't be good, this can't be good
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This ol' haybarn's full of last years grass I got a whole tin can full of campfire gas Theres a little bitty flame on this piece of firewood And when it all comes together it can't be good
Everybody is runnin like the end of the world was comin With a wildfire burnin' like a freight train outta control She just keeps on rockin', babe there ain't no time for talking Throw her over my shoulder run with everything I can Hold on babe looks like were jumpin in...
Now you know, when we get to the other side, were gonna have to take all These wet clothes off, and hang out awhile... you know, this could be good.