The Buford Stick - Drive-By Truckers

Now Sheriff Buford Pusser’s gotten too big for his britches

With his book reviews and movie deals

Down at the car lot making public appearances

For breaking up our homes and stills

I know he likes to brag how he wrastled a bear

But I knew him from the funeral home

Ask him for a warrant, he’ll say «I keep it in my shoe»

That son of a bitch has got to go

That son of a bitch has got to go

Now they’re lined up around the block to see that movie

And crying for his ambushed wife

Marveling about about shot eight times, stabbed seven

Some folks can’t take a hint

They say he didn’t take no crap from the State Line Gang

Well, what the hell they talking bout?

I’m just a hardworking man with a family to feed

And he made my daughter cry

Said he made my daughter cry

«Watch out for Buford!»

is what they keep on telling me

But to me, he’s just another crooked lawman from Tennessee

He’s got a hot new car to keep us on our toes

And that ridiculous stick where the press corps goes

And some big time Hollywood actors playing him on the big screen

«Watch out for Buford!

He’s shutting down our stills and whores!»

It ain’t like he’s all that different from what was there before

It wouldn’t take my man long to do the job

Just a partially sawed-through steering rod

And I wouldn’t have to worry about the good Sheriff anymore

Now the funeral’s got 'em lined up for twenty blocks

No one liked that SOB when he’s alive

But the ruckus he began keeps a-spreadin' like a wildfire

Not sure if I’m gonna survive

Hit an embankment doing 120 on a straightaway

The Lord works in mysterious ways

They’ll probably make another movie glorifying what he done

But I’ll never have to hear them say

I’ll never have to hear them say

«Watch out for Buford,»

«Watch out for Buford,»

Ha