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)