Well, I woke up this morning 'bout a quarter past 4
I grabbed a cap and bag and slipped out the door
Hooked up my tracker to the U-Haul hitch
I went and picked up Vince, and we headed out to peep the sitch
Figured we'd try to get into some smallies in the clear water
Praying there wasn't nothing to get snagged up on
So we're cruising somewhere near Livingston
I had some herb in my bowl, and I lit it again
I was jabbered at the jaw and crimson in the eye
On the way to Dale Hollow, I was floating like a butterfly
Then I got stung by a bee
I had to squeeze the mustard, Uncle Vinnie said, "Wow,"
Then I saw the lights flash, and my heart sank down
And a man strolled up with a real nice lean
And I rolled down my window, and he smelled my weed
He said, "I'm Officer Looper
The Tennessee state trooper
And I'll take your license
And your registration, and your grass"
I guess it was only a matter of time
He said, "Where you heading?" I said, "To catch some bass"
He said, "Step on out under my magnifying glass"
He made me watch his fingers and touch my nose
And then he made me count to thirty, but then he let me go
Made my day
I reckon it was a little catch-and-release
So that there's my story, and I want you to know
If you're gonna go fishing, ya better take her slow
Better look both ways and keep her in line
Let this be a lesson to you and your partners in crime
Always watch your 6 and 9
Don't roll through the stop signs
You don't always need to make the verses rhyme
Don't be mixing liquor with your wine
If you feel so inclined
Keep me in mind
And by the way, only break one law at a time
