| Song | Busted In Baylor County |
| Artist | Shooter Jennings |
| Album | Put The O Back In Country |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Leroy Powell & Waylon Albright Jennings & John Osbourne & Tony Iommi & Terence Butle | |
| “Come on boys, let's hit the road!” | |
| We left L.A. on Sunday, in Lubbock by Tuesday | |
| That's where we played our second show | |
| Where nobody knew us, so nobody noticed the songs that the band didn't know | |
| We were eatin' up the white lines, makin' good time | |
| Diggin' the songs on the radio | |
| And that party kept a movin' aand you know what we were doin' | |
| We were smokin' up that California gold | |
| Now everyone was glad, “The Weight” played by The Band | |
| You know I never had that song ever let me down | |
| And I didn't notice I was speedin' but in the rear-view mirror blinkin' | |
| Were them state trooper's lights all spinnin' ‘round | |
| We rolled down the windows, so we didn't think that he would notice | |
| Something smellin' funny in that smoke cloud | |
| And he asked, “What you boys a-hidin'?” and we were all silent | |
| ‘Cause I think he heard us clear and loud | |
| And we were busted | |
| Busted in Baylor County | |
| Busted, busted in Baylor County | |
| “Oh no, my Weed!” | |
| He spread us all along the highway, cuffed us all and turned us away | |
| And started pokin' round the truck for cake | |
| And we all stood there high as a kite, and he found it alright | |
| And don't y'all make light of the number one dope dog in the state | |
| That mutt found the joint in my pocket that was buried and locked up | |
| In the back of the trailer underneath the guitars and the piano seat | |
| And off we went to jail all locked up in a cell | |
| Charged with possession of that sweet leaf | |
| And we were busted | |
| Busted in Baylor County | |
| Busted, busted in Baylor County | |
| Now I was still pretty buzzed when they called in the judge | |
| Who greeted me with a smile and a warm handshake | |
| And he said, “I'm so sorry,” ‘cause they couldn't unarrest us | |
| But that was up to some other official magistrate | |
| And he said, “Don't you worry, son, all the charges are gone | |
| But I've got a few autographs for you to sign.” | |
| And they sprang us out right quick, so we could get up on the stick | |
| To Wichita Falls by show time | |
| To tell ‘em... | |
| We were busted | |
| Busted in Baylor County | |
| Busted, busted in Baylor County | |
| Busted, busted in Baylor County | |
| Busted, busted in Baylor County |
| zuo qu : Leroy Powell Waylon Albright Jennings John Osbourne Tony Iommi Terence Butle | |
| " Come on boys, let' s hit the road!" | |
| We left L. A. on Sunday, in Lubbock by Tuesday | |
| That' s where we played our second show | |
| Where nobody knew us, so nobody noticed the songs that the band didn' t know | |
| We were eatin' up the white lines, makin' good time | |
| Diggin' the songs on the radio | |
| And that party kept a movin' aand you know what we were doin' | |
| We were smokin' up that California gold | |
| Now everyone was glad, " The Weight" played by The Band | |
| You know I never had that song ever let me down | |
| And I didn' t notice I was speedin' but in the rearview mirror blinkin' | |
| Were them state trooper' s lights all spinnin' ' round | |
| We rolled down the windows, so we didn' t think that he would notice | |
| Something smellin' funny in that smoke cloud | |
| And he asked, " What you boys ahidin'?" and we were all silent | |
| ' Cause I think he heard us clear and loud | |
| And we were busted | |
| Busted in Baylor County | |
| Busted, busted in Baylor County | |
| " Oh no, my Weed!" | |
| He spread us all along the highway, cuffed us all and turned us away | |
| And started pokin' round the truck for cake | |
| And we all stood there high as a kite, and he found it alright | |
| And don' t y' all make light of the number one dope dog in the state | |
| That mutt found the joint in my pocket that was buried and locked up | |
| In the back of the trailer underneath the guitars and the piano seat | |
| And off we went to jail all locked up in a cell | |
| Charged with possession of that sweet leaf | |
| And we were busted | |
| Busted in Baylor County | |
| Busted, busted in Baylor County | |
| Now I was still pretty buzzed when they called in the judge | |
| Who greeted me with a smile and a warm handshake | |
| And he said, " I' m so sorry," ' cause they couldn' t unarrest us | |
| But that was up to some other official magistrate | |
| And he said, " Don' t you worry, son, all the charges are gone | |
| But I' ve got a few autographs for you to sign." | |
| And they sprang us out right quick, so we could get up on the stick | |
| To Wichita Falls by show time | |
| To tell ' em... | |
| We were busted | |
| Busted in Baylor County | |
| Busted, busted in Baylor County | |
| Busted, busted in Baylor County | |
| Busted, busted in Baylor County |
| zuò qǔ : Leroy Powell Waylon Albright Jennings John Osbourne Tony Iommi Terence Butle | |
| " Come on boys, let' s hit the road!" | |
| We left L. A. on Sunday, in Lubbock by Tuesday | |
| That' s where we played our second show | |
| Where nobody knew us, so nobody noticed the songs that the band didn' t know | |
| We were eatin' up the white lines, makin' good time | |
| Diggin' the songs on the radio | |
| And that party kept a movin' aand you know what we were doin' | |
| We were smokin' up that California gold | |
| Now everyone was glad, " The Weight" played by The Band | |
| You know I never had that song ever let me down | |
| And I didn' t notice I was speedin' but in the rearview mirror blinkin' | |
| Were them state trooper' s lights all spinnin' ' round | |
| We rolled down the windows, so we didn' t think that he would notice | |
| Something smellin' funny in that smoke cloud | |
| And he asked, " What you boys ahidin'?" and we were all silent | |
| ' Cause I think he heard us clear and loud | |
| And we were busted | |
| Busted in Baylor County | |
| Busted, busted in Baylor County | |
| " Oh no, my Weed!" | |
| He spread us all along the highway, cuffed us all and turned us away | |
| And started pokin' round the truck for cake | |
| And we all stood there high as a kite, and he found it alright | |
| And don' t y' all make light of the number one dope dog in the state | |
| That mutt found the joint in my pocket that was buried and locked up | |
| In the back of the trailer underneath the guitars and the piano seat | |
| And off we went to jail all locked up in a cell | |
| Charged with possession of that sweet leaf | |
| And we were busted | |
| Busted in Baylor County | |
| Busted, busted in Baylor County | |
| Now I was still pretty buzzed when they called in the judge | |
| Who greeted me with a smile and a warm handshake | |
| And he said, " I' m so sorry," ' cause they couldn' t unarrest us | |
| But that was up to some other official magistrate | |
| And he said, " Don' t you worry, son, all the charges are gone | |
| But I' ve got a few autographs for you to sign." | |
| And they sprang us out right quick, so we could get up on the stick | |
| To Wichita Falls by show time | |
| To tell ' em... | |
| We were busted | |
| Busted in Baylor County | |
| Busted, busted in Baylor County | |
| Busted, busted in Baylor County | |
| Busted, busted in Baylor County |