Well I woke up this mornin' bout' a quarter past fourI grabbed a cap and bag and slipped out the doorHooked up my tracker, to the U-haul hitchI went and picked up Vince and we headed out to peep the sitchFigured we'd try to get into some smallies in the clear waterPrayin' there wasn't nothin' to get snagged up onSo we're cruising somewhere near LivingstonI had some herb in my bowl and I lit it againI was jabbered at the jaw and crimson in the eyeOn the way to Dale Hollow I was floating like a butterfly(then I got stung by a bee)I had to squeeze the mustard, uncle Vinnie said "wow"Then I saw the lights flash and my heart sank downAnd a man strolled up, with a real nice leanAnd I rolled down my window and he smelled my weedHe said "I'm officer Looper the Tennessee state trooperAnd I'll take your license and your registration and your grass"I guess it was only a matter of timeHe said, "Where you headin'?", I said to catch some bassHe said, "Step on out under my magnifying glass"He made me watch his fingers and touch my noseThen he made me count to 30 but then he let me goMade my day. I reckon it was a little catch and releaseSo that there's my story and I want you to knowIf you're gonna go fishing ya better take it slowBetter look both ways and keep'er in lineLet this be a lesson to you and your partners in crimeAlways watch your six and nine, Don't roll through the stop signsYou don't always need to make the verses rhymeDon't be mixing liquor with your wineIf you feel so inclined, keep me in mindAnd by the way, only break one law at a time
