The Sheriff Was In On It

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The Sheriff Was In On ItHot Georgia night…sweat runnin’ down my crackChevy flatbeds parked outside a tavern shackTwo guys haulin’ big ole barrels in the backFulla hunnerd proof sour mashTrust me, them waitresses weren’t meekBuns dancin’ in their jeans cheek to cheekAnd the big Boss Hogg who checked in twice a weekWore a county lawman’s badgeCos the sheriff was in on it, he knew how the game was playedIf you wanna sell that shine, you gotta stay in the shadeTen country miles outside the city limitsYou’d be Dixie drunk in a New York minuteMayors n preachers knew where that place was hidAnd the sheriff was in on itJust 16 and the moon was red as a beestingFake ID and I thought my eyes’d be feastingOn that Chiquita dancer with the flimsy g-stringMade of possum furI was green as anti-freeze from mixin’ wine n ginThought I’d fooled ‘em all with my peach fuzz chinDon’t know who finked but when my dad stormed inI was pretty surethe sheriff was in on it, he knew how the game was playedIf you wanna sell that shine, you gotta stay in the shadeTen country miles outside the city limitsYou’d be Dixie drunk in a New York minuteBut that crazy roadhouse was no place for kidsAnd the sheriff was in on itWell, my breath was in less than mint conditionAs my dad chewed me out all night in our kitchenFor five years I cursed that lawman for snitchin’But on my 21st birthday I was out for a rideDeputy pulled behind me and hit the lightsTook me away and never read my rightsAs he threw me in his carThat night I had more shots than twenty-one gunsFree drinks and this time I got more than crumbsWhen it came to my eyes feastin’ on the bunsIn that backwoods barAnd the sheriff was in on it, he knew how the game was playedIf you wanna sell that shine, you gotta stay in the shadeTen country miles outside the city limitsYou’d be Dixie drunk in a New York minuteMayors n preachers knew where that place was hidAnd the sheriff was in on it©2007 Robert George