Texas Cops - Tim Barry

Those Texas Cops are mean, man, I’ll tell you how I know

Cause even riding clean, they’ll put you face down on the hood

Then they make you shuck and jive before they let you go

But I do not miss home, no, not home

They got me shaking something fierce on '59, north of Humble

Just trying to make Texarkana, man, to bed down on the floor

But what I know and they don’t know, is something I know so well

I won’t back down from them and I never will

You can take me for everything and I still wouldn’t ask for more

Your one good meal a day could last me about four

And I sleep well without conscience, passing towns I’ve passed before

Singing, «I do not miss home, no, not home»

If I got one more train to ride, boy, I’d tell you where I’d go

Where railroad cops wore blinders and all fences came with holes

And division points had cold beer flowing by beaches of white sand

But that won’t happen and it never can

But it’s alright, yeah, it’s okay

A bad time is better than no time any day

It’s alright, yeah, it’s okay

A bad time is better than no time any day

You can take me for everything and I still wouldn’t ask for more

Your one good meal a day could last me about four

And I sleep well without conscience, passing towns I’ve passed before

Singing, «I do not miss home, no, not home»

«I do not miss home, no, not home»