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 At seven this morning, I got on the phone

 And said to hold my bronc, as long as you can

My car broke down in Billings and they just got it put together

I’ll be photo finishing into old Cheyenne

Here I am in Sheridan and its 9 o’clock

In the morning, and times a-goin’ fast

I just pulled ‘er over, had some coffee and a donut

And I bought the car a brand new tank of gas

Well I don’t know if I’m gonna make it, it’s 9:15

I’ll be lucky if I ever get there

By God now what’s that I hear, is it a sireen

Sure enough, he got me on his radar

He pulled up behind me and turned on those flashin’ lights

A sign that I knew meant to pull it over

So I stomped on my brakes and as I skidded to a halt

I wiped out three reflector posts along the shoulder

He got out of his car and was a-walkin’ real slow

So I jumped out and met him half way

He jerked out his gun and said Mister are you crazy

I ain’t never seen nobody drive that way

I told him take it easy and he could put up that cannon

The way you’re shakin’ it just might go off

He put up the gun as I explained my situation

He listened to my story, then he coughed

He wrote me out a ticket, that seemed to take forever

I took and as I headed for my car, that cop he hollered after me

And said hey cowboy you better slow down cause you can’t outrun this radar

As I rolled on down the road I was a-cursin’ and a-swearin’

About the ticket, that I had just acquired

I wondered if I oughta pay it or throw it out the window

But I might just set the damn thing a-fire

So I gunned it once again and was a travellin’ down the highway

With the gas pedal mashed to the floor

When I came around a curve, and right there in the highway

There’s more damn sheep than I’ve ever seen before

I’m goin’ to fast to ever stop so I just close my eyes

As the car rolls on through the herd

When I opened up my eyes again there’s a sheep on the fender

And that herder’s sayin’ some mighty awful words

The sweats a-drippin’ off my hands as I barrelled through old Wheatland

I’m a nervous wreck and I must be a sight

The flies inside this old car are buzzin’ all around me

I guess my 24 hour deodorant quit last night

60, 50, 40, 30, 20 miles more

The rodeo starts in another 18 minutes

I pull in through the main gate and I hear the anthem playin’

I can’t believe it, thank God I finally made it

There’s only one more obstacle that’s standin’ in my way

It’s a nitwit, with a weekend badge

He’s standing by the gate and I slide ‘er to a halt

He says where in the hell are you goin’ so doggone fast

I tell him I’m entered and I ain’t got time to talk

My horse is in the chutes and I’m late

He says I need to get a pass, from the secretary

My eyes get red and my heart fills up with hate

I yell you dirty so and so you better let me through

He asked if I’d repeat that once again

So I wacked him in the mouth and then I left him lyin’ there

On his back, a-kickin’ in the sand

I got there just in time to see my bronc come runnin’ out

His head and tail was held way up high

I swear he looked right straight at me and grinned and gave a horse-laugh

And me I just stood there and cried

I turned around feeling helpless and purely dumfounded

I looked, and what did I see

3 highway patrolmen and a gateman with a fat lip

And they were all a-lookin’ right at me

Sittin’ in this cell know I’ve done a lot of thinkin’

About that wild run I made a month ago

I’m sorry that I’m in this rotten situation

 If I could do it again I wouldn’t have drove so slow

 If I could do it again I wouldn’t have drove so slow