Well you moved out of my apartment
And you moved out of my old town
And my life has remained so lonely
Since you ain’t been around
And to think how far I traveled honey
Just to see you one more time
But if that’s how you say “hello”
You can kiss my ass goodbye

Chorus
So let your hair down

Get out of that skirt
But leave them high heels on
I’ll be in the back of my black cadillac
When Jesus finally comes to call his chilrden home

repeat chorus

Gonna climb a mountain, when I get to the top
I’ll find a honky tonk
Where I’ll sit (where he’ll sit) and I’ll drink (and he’ll drink)
Wonderin’ where you’ve gone
And to think how far I’ve traveled
Just to get you off my mind
But if that’s how you say hello
You can kiss my ass goodbye

repeat chorus

I’ll be in the back of my black cadillac
When Jesus finally comes to call his chilrden home

F C G riffF C G riff

Come on boys, lets hit the road!

We left L.A. on Sunday, in Lubbock by Tuesday
Thats where we played our second show
Where nobody knew us, so nobody noticed the songs that the band didnt know
We were eatin up the white lines, makin good time
Diggin the songs on the radio
And that party kept a movin and 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 didnt notice I was speedin but in the rear-view mirror blinkin
Were them state troopers lights all spinnin round
We rolled down the windows, so we didnt 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

Chorus:
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 dont yall 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

Chorus

Intro

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, Im so sorry, cause they couldnt unarrest us
But that was up to some other official magistrate
And he said, Dont you worry, son, all the charges are gone
But Ive 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…

Chorus 2:
We was busted
Busted in Baylor County
Busted, busted in Baylor County
Busted, busted in Baylor County
Busted, busted in Baylor County

nothin’ but a tourist and I can’t get any traction in Los
Angeles I’m alright what you gonna do I went to California to
get away from you I’m alright seen all I got to see I sleep in
N/C G
California and dream in Tennessee Tennessee if your lookin’ for
grace you’re in the wrong F at !in’ place I am a land mine and I hit a
bomb shell I need a wide open space and a good lookin’ face I am a tourist and
you be my good time I’m alright what you gonna do I went to
California to get away from you I’m alright I’m on central time
holdin’ strangers’ hands across state lines I’m alright what you
gonna do I went to California ‘cause I’m better than you I’m
alright seen all I got to see I chewed up California and spit

out Tennessee Tennessee Breaks in my songs