Well, before rocking in Kentucky I was rolling through Tennessee
When I saw some state troopers chasing me
Well, they peed on my van, let their dog sniff my crotch
And said, hey there rockers, you've been caught, your hell
Well, they said they found something but wouldn't say what
And they didn't have to show me at all
Well, they didn't have nothing, I was just getting screwed
And that's the goddamned gospel truth
Then some fat ass said, spread your cheeks
Let's see what you got up there
So I called my wife and mama
Said, get me the hell out of here
Well, I traded my chicken biscuit for a snuck in cigarette
And I dreamed of the words that I wish I could have said
Ain't your business, ain't your business
Whatever made you think that it was
No, it ain't your business, ain't your business
That badge don't make you the boss
And to make me more paranoid than I already am
It's like some twisted master plan
Well, I ain't changing nothing, not a goddamned thing
So come on pigs, catch me if you can
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