Bob Weir - Good-bye Yer Honor lyrics

I'm living undercover in Turlock, California Hiding from the boys in blue I just got caught with fourteen tons of pot Nailed by a narc named Sue Talking to my lawyer in the jailhouse foyer Convinced me of my darkest fears He said that judge has got a reefer grudge He's bound to give you twenty years Goodbye yer honor, please excuse me jumping bail Goodbye yer honor, I just ain't got no time for jail Consider me the goner, I guess it's time to hit that trail Goodbye yer honor, please excuse me jumping bail Goodbye yer honor, I just ain't got no time for jail Consider me the goner, I guess it's time to hit that trail Tell the prosecutor he's a lousy loser He's trying to sully my lifestyle He set that date, tell him not to wait I won't be coming to my trial I hope I won't offend ya, but maybe I can send ya A postcard from a distant land 'Cause all your bars can't block my stars It's more than I can really stand Bye bye, bye bye, goodbye yer honor, goodbye Bye bye, bye bye, goodbye yer honor, goodbye Bye bye, bye bye, goodbye yer honor, goodbye Bye bye, bye bye, goodbye yer honor, goodbye