Big Smith No Sir
My cousin's got a heartache
But he doesn't have a car
So I'm drivin' down to Texas
Where the biggest heartaches are
But something's goin' wrong 'round here
There's rollers in my rear-view mirror
And those Atoka dogs can smell your very fear
And my plates are out of state
So I get a bit more hell
I tell him I don't wish him harm
But I sure don't wish him well
But he'll use that Okie scare on me
And the highway boys get a show for free
He says do you have something you should let me see
No sir
I want to know what's goin' on
I'm gonna know what's goin' on
The only words in Spanish
On highway forty-four
Say checkpoint straight ahead
So you know who they're lookin' for
So tell me why does not one say
Bienvenidos enjoy your stay
You can't tell me that there's no other way
A half an hour in handcuffs
And a half a pound of sweat
Like minnows just green enough
To shimmy through the net
That's over you and it's over me
And the chain gangs workin' for all to see
Servin' mandatory penitentiary
No sir
You never talk to me
You just put a lock on me
He's out there and I'm in here
For reasons that don't seem quite clear
If you'll let me close I'll whisper in your ear
No sir
