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“Come on boys, let’s hit the road!”

We left L.A. on Sunday, in Lubbock by Tuesday

That’s where we played our second show

Where nobody knew us, so nobody noticed the songs that the band didn’t know

We were eatin’ up the white lines, makin’ good time

Diggin’ the songs on the radio

And that party kept a movin’ aand you know what we were doin’

We were smokin’ up that California gold



Now everyone was glad, “The Weight” played by The Band

You know I never had that song ever let me down

And I didn’t notice I was speedin’ but in the rear-view mirror blinkin’

Were them state trooper’s lights all spinnin’ ‘round

We rolled down the windows, so we didn’t think that he would notice

Something smellin’ funny in that smoke cloud

And he asked, “What you boys a-hidin’?” and we were all silent

‘Cause I think he heard us clear and loud



And we were busted

Busted in Baylor County

Busted, busted in Baylor County

“Oh no, my Weed!”

He spread us all along the highway, cuffed us all and turned us away

And started pokin’ round the truck for cake

And we all stood there high as a kite, and he found it alright

And don’t y’all make light of the number one dope dog in the state

That mutt found the joint in my pocket that was buried and locked up

In the back of the trailer underneath the guitars and the piano seat

And off we went to jail all locked up in a cell

Charged with possession of that sweet leaf



And we were busted

Busted in Baylor County

Busted, busted in Baylor County

Now I was still pretty buzzed when they called in the judge

Who greeted me with a smile and a warm handshake

And he said, “I’m so sorry,” ‘cause they couldn’t unarrest us

But that was up to some other official magistrate

And he said, “Don’t you worry, son, all the charges are gone

But I’ve got a few autographs for you to sign.”

And they sprang us out right quick, so we could get up on the stick

To Wichita Falls by show time

To tell ‘em...

We were busted

Busted in Baylor County

Busted, busted in Baylor County

Busted, busted in Baylor County

Busted, busted in Baylor County

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