Jerry Crutchfield - Photo Finish lyrics

At seven this morning I got on the phone And said to hold my bronc as long as you can My car broke down in Billings and they just got it back together I'll be photo finishin' in to old Cheyenne Well, here I am in Sheridan and it's 9 o'clock in the morning And time's a-going fast I just pulled her over had some coffee and a donut And I bought the car a brand new tank of gas Well, I don't know if I'm gonna make it, it's nine-fifteen I'll be lucky if I ever get there By God, what it that I hear, is it a siren? Sure enough, he got me on his radar He pulled up behind me and turned on those flashing lights A sign that I knew meant pull it over So I stomped on my brakes and as I slid 'er to a halt I wiped out three reflector posts along the shoulder He got outta his car and was a-walkin' real slow So I jumped out and met him half-way He jerked out his gun and said, "Mister are you crazy? I ain't never seen nobody drive that way" I told him take it easy and he could put up that cannon The way he was shakin' it just might go off He put up the gun as I explained my situation He listened to my story, then he coughed He wrote me out a ticket, that seemed to take forever I took it and as I headed for my car That cop, he hollered after me and said, "Hey, cowboy You better slow down cause you can't outrun this radar" As I rolled on down the road I was a-cursin' and a-swearing About the ticket that I had just acquired I wondered if I ought to pay it or just throw it out the window But I might just set the damn thing afire So I gunned it once again and was a-traveling down the highway With the gas pedal a-mashed to the floor When I came around a curve and right there in the highway There was more damn sheep than I ever seen before I'm goin' too fast to ever stop, so I just close my eyes As the car roars on through the herd When I opened up my eyes again there's a sheep on the fender And that herder's saying some mighty awful words The sweat's a-drippin' off my hands as I barrel through old Wheatland I'm a nervous wreck and I must be a sight The flies inside this old car are buzzin' all around me Guess my 24-hour deodorant quit last night Sixty, fifty, forty, thirty, twenty miles more The rodeo starts in another eighteen minutes I pull in through the main gate and I hear the anthem playing I can't believe it, thank God I finally made it There's only one more obstacle a-standing in my way It's a nitwit with a weekend badge He standing by the gate and as I slide her to a halt He yells "Where in the hell you goin' so doggone fast?" I tell him that I'm entered and I ain't got time to talk My horse is in the chute and I'm late He says I need to get a pa** from the secretary My eyes get red, my heart fills up with hate I yell, "You dirty so-and-so, you better let me through" He asked if I'd repeat that once again So I whacked him in the mouth and a-left him lyin' there On his back a-kicking in the sand I got there just in time to see my bronc come runnin' out His head and tail was a-held way up high I swear he looked right straight at me and grinned and gave horse laugh And me, I just stood there and cried I turned around feelin' helpless and fairly dumbfounded I looked and what did I see Three highway patrolmen and a gateman with a fat lip And they were all a-lookin' right at me Sittin' in the cell now I've done a lot of thinkin' About that wild run I made a month ago I'm sorry that I'm in this rotten situation If I could do it again I wouldn't have drove so slow If I could do it again I wouldn't have drove so slow