Yeah I don't take no lip with this cannon on my hip

Let me tell you boy it ain't no toy

I wear a hat just like a mounty I'm the sheriff of Boone County

Be careful boy cause you're in a heap of a trouble boy



If you're tryin' to push your Caddy from Nashville to Cincinnati

You have to come across Boone County line

As you're drivin' through you better mind your P's and Q's

Cause this here stretch if interstate boy is mine

Now you might outrun my old Chevrolet but you can't outrun my own two way

Lion's awaitin' at the station to hear from me

Now you're gonna be a wishin' I believed in extradition

Cause I'll chase you all the way back to Tennesee

Yeah I don't take no lip...

[ steel ]

So far I guess you been lucky but now you're in Boone County Kentucky

And I don't know how things are in Tennessee

I'm the roughest you ever saw around here I'm the law

And it's been that way since back in '43

Yeah I don't take no lip...

(I run the grocery store down there and I pump the gas and I'm the dogcatcher too yeah

The judge that's me put up your bond for you if you like

And if you happen to wreck your car on the way to the courthouse)