There´s a campfire burning on the Mississippi River bank My old pickup speakers are cranking out a lot of Hank
That´s the sheriff´s daughter dancing on my hood With an empty bottle this can´t be good
There´s an unwritten law in this sleepy little town There aren´t no drinking on the river when the sun goes down Think I see the blue lights coming through the woods Its the sheriff and his posse, this can´t be good
Everybody is running like the end of the world is coming With a Buffard T kind of law man closing in She just keeps on rocking guess I better do some talking 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
Aww stay tuned
This ol´ haybarn´s full of last year´s grass I got a whole tin can full of campfire gas There´s a little bitty flame on this piece of firewood And when it all comes together it can´t be good
Everybody is running like the end of the world was coming With a wildfire burning like a freight train outta control She just keeps on rocking, babe there aren´t no time for talking
Throw her over my shoulder run with everything I can Hold on babe looks like were jumping in
Now you know, when we get to the other side, were going to have to take all These wet clothes off, and hang out awhile ??? you know, this could be good