Drive-By Truckers - The Buford Stick lyrics
[Drive-By Truckers - The Buford Stick lyrics]
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 up our homes and stills
I know he likes to brag
How he wrastled a bear
But, I knew him from the funeral home
Ask him for a warrant
He'll say "I keep it in my shoe"
That son of a bitch has got to go
That son of a bitch has got to go
Now they're lined up around the
Block to see that movie
And crying for his ambushed wife
Marveling about about shot eight times
Stabbed seven some folks can't take a hint
They say he didn't take no crap
From the State Line Gang
Well, what the hell they talking bout?
I'm just a hardworking man with
A family to feed and he made my daughter cry
Said he made my daughter cry
"Watch out for Buford!" is what
They keep on telling me but to me
He's just another crooked
Lawman from Tennessee
He's got a hot new car to keep us on our toes
And that ridiculous stick where
The press corps goes
And some big time Hollywood actors playing
Him on the big screen
"Watch out for Buford! He's shutting
Down our stills and whores!"
It ain't like he's all that different
From what was there before
It wouldn't take my man long to do the job
Just a partially sawed-through steering rod
And I wouldn't have to worry
About the good Sheriff anymore
Now the funeral's got 'em lined
Up for twenty blocks
No one liked that SOB when he's alive
But the ruckus he began keeps
A-spreadin' like a wildfire
Not sure if I'm gonna survive
Hit an embankment doing 120 on a straightaway
The Lord works in mysterious ways
They'll probably make another movie
Glorifying what he done
But, I'll never have to hear them say
I'll never have to hear them say
"Watch out for Buford, "
"Watch out for Buford, " ha
Big for his britches
With his book reviews and movie deals
Down at the car lot making public appearances
For breaking up our homes and stills
I know he likes to brag
How he wrastled a bear
But, I knew him from the funeral home
Ask him for a warrant
He'll say "I keep it in my shoe"
That son of a bitch has got to go
That son of a bitch has got to go
Now they're lined up around the
Block to see that movie
And crying for his ambushed wife
Marveling about about shot eight times
Stabbed seven some folks can't take a hint
They say he didn't take no crap
From the State Line Gang
Well, what the hell they talking bout?
I'm just a hardworking man with
A family to feed and he made my daughter cry
Said he made my daughter cry
"Watch out for Buford!" is what
They keep on telling me but to me
He's just another crooked
Lawman from Tennessee
He's got a hot new car to keep us on our toes
And that ridiculous stick where
The press corps goes
And some big time Hollywood actors playing
Him on the big screen
"Watch out for Buford! He's shutting
Down our stills and whores!"
It ain't like he's all that different
From what was there before
It wouldn't take my man long to do the job
Just a partially sawed-through steering rod
And I wouldn't have to worry
About the good Sheriff anymore
Now the funeral's got 'em lined
Up for twenty blocks
No one liked that SOB when he's alive
But the ruckus he began keeps
A-spreadin' like a wildfire
Not sure if I'm gonna survive
Hit an embankment doing 120 on a straightaway
The Lord works in mysterious ways
They'll probably make another movie
Glorifying what he done
But, I'll never have to hear them say
I'll never have to hear them say
"Watch out for Buford, "
"Watch out for Buford, " ha