Ain't Your Business - Nashville Pussy

Before rocking in Kentucky I was rolling through Tennessee

When I saw some state troopers chasing me

They peed on my van let their dog sniff my crotch

And said 'Hey there rockers you’ve been caught

Your hell

They said they found something but they wouldn’t say what

And they didn’t have to show me at all

They didn’t have nothing I was just getting screwed

That’s the Goddammed Gospel truth

Then some fat ass said

'Spread your cheeks let’s see what you got up there'

So I called my wife and mama and said

'Get me the hell out of here!'

So I traded my chicken biscuit for a snuck in cigaretta

And I dreamed of the words I wish I could have said

Ain’t your business, ain’t your business

Whatever made you think that it was

Ain’t your business, ain’t your business

That badge don’t make you the boss

To make me more paranoid than I already am

It’s like some twisted master plan

Well I ain’t changing nothing not a Goddammed thing

So come on pigs catch me if you can