Blue Light Special

Coors light between the knees

Car smelling like a felony

Rock and roll up way to loud

Oh, I bet my mama would be proud

Hit the alley when the cruiser passed

Flipped around me and I hit the gas

Gal was screaming but I couldn't care less

Bitch, you should've took the shoe lace express

Pit maneuvers and four blown tires

Axle wrapped with red brand wire

That old Buick couldn't take no more

Shut her down and threw the keys on the floor

Saw the pistols waving through the smoke

Felt the lump welling in my throat

The long arm grabbed me by the shirt

Ripped me out and rubbed my face in the dirt

Ain't that blue light special

Burning up the night just for me

Hell, ain't that blue light special

Wish that law would just let me be

Aw, let me be

Oklahoma they don't fuck around

Eight patrol cars in a one-horse town

Two a.m. and you're feeling good

They'll be waiting, looking over the hood

Then they'll get you in the county jail

Nobody round to post you're bail

Thinking 'bout all the shit you're in

Wondering how you're gonna pay for your sins

And that blue light special

They hit me with the third degree

Hell, ain't that blue light special

Wish that law would just let me be

Aw, let me be