Well I woke up this mornin’ bout’ a quarter past 4
I grabbed a cap and bag and slipped out the door
Hooked up my tracker, to the uhaul hitch
I went and picked up Vince and we headed out to peep the sitch… figured we’d try to get into some smallies in the clear water .. prayin’ there wasn’t nothin’ to get snagged up on

So we’re cruising somewhere near Livingston
I had some herb in my bowl and I lit it again
I was jabbered at the jaw and crimson in the eye
On the way to Dale Hollow I was floating like a butterfly (then I got stung by a bee)

I had to squeeze the mustard, uncle Vinnie said “wow”
Then I saw the lights flash and my heart sank down
And a man strolled up, with a real nice lean
And I rolled down my window and he smelled my weed
He said “I’m officer Looper the Tennessee state trooper and I’ll take your license...and your registration...and your grass”….I guess it was only a matter of time.

He said “where you headin?” , I said to catch some bass
He said “step on out under my magnifying glass”
He made me watch his fingers and touch my nose then he made me count to thirty but then he let me go
Made my day. I reckon it was a little catch and release

So that there’s my story and I want you to know
If you’re gonna go fishing ya better take it slow
Better look both ways and keep’er in line
Let this be a lesson to you and your partners in crime
Always watch your 6 and 9, Don’t roll through the stop signs, you don’t always need to make the verses rhyme, don’t be mixing liquor with your wine, if you feel so inclined, keep me in mind
And by the way, only break one law at a time