the judge

well i was siphoning gas from a police car, last friday night real late, when ole boy came back, pulled his handcuffs out, and i said, "officer, wait!", your squad car say, "to protect and serve", and looky here i'm low on gas, i got a real hot date sittinh up in my truck, can you let this one pass?, he couldn't believe i had the audacity, looked up at her and then back at me, and i knew i was pushing my limit, 'bout as far as it could go, but it was small town mississippi, and ain't no way he was taking me down, so he came up with a suggestion, that might keep me safe for now, he said get your hillbilly ass out of town, next time i'm locking you up, with a taillight out and a pushed in bumper, i know i can find your truck, anybody else would be in my jailhouse, locked up under my gun, but what can i do, you'd better thank god, that your granddad's the judge, we were racing down old 61, the roads were nice and straight, and i figure nobody'd be patrolling, way out here so late, when blue lights came from a soy bean field, that he was tucked back in, he pulled me over, walked up to my truck, and i gave him a big ole grin, he said get your hillbilly ass out of town, next time i'm locking you up, with a taillight out and a pushed in bumper, i know i can find your truck, anybody else would be in my jailhouse, locked up under my gun, but what can i do, you'd better thank god, that your granddad's the judge, your granddad's the judge, they've come close a couple of time, but they ain't nailed me yet, i try to be good but when i'm out of line, those boys don't let me forget, they say get your hillbilly ass out of town, next time i'm locking you up, with a taillight out and a pushed in bumper, i know i can find your truck, yeah, anybody else would be in my jailhouse, locked up under my gun, but what can i do, you'd better thank god, that your granddad's the judge, yes he is, hah, my granddad's he judge