Now Sheriff Buford Pusser's gotten too big for his britches With his book reviews and movie deals Down at the car lot making public appearances For breaking
riding on the avenue and probably coming after you and they all look mean and strong. Mean and strong like liquor. Mean and strong like fear. Strong like the people from South
would See his name in victory lane and engraved on that cup Just like all them other crazy fools with racing in their blood He would put me on his lap when he'd drive
Well, they caught you smoking grass and the judge threw the book I can see a little opportunism in your look You can take it from me, boy You can take
things that hide behind your dress. Belly-up and arch your back. Well I ain't really falling asleep; I'm fading to black. You could come to me by plane
him a deferment there's was much work to be done He was a family man, even in those days But Uncle Sam decided he was needed anyway In the South Pacific
Let the night air cool you off. Tilt your head back and try to cough. Don't say nothing 'bout the things you never saw. Let the night air cool you off
numbers for this man I used to know And I sell a few narcotics and I sell a little blow I ain't getting rich now but I'm gettin' more than by It's really
If I throw myself off Lookout Mountain No more for my soul to keep I wonder who will drive my car I wonder if my Mom will weep If I throw myself off
Life ain't nothing but a blending up of all the ups and downs Dammit Elvis, don't you know You made your Mama so proud Before you ever made that record