Workin’ for the Highway Patrol Songtext
von Red Simpson

Up and down the long old highway up and down I go
Tryin′ to keep the peace and speeders down well that's how I make my dough
I′m workin' for the highway patrol

Well it's work time again I hate to see it come but every night at seven it arrives
I had to check out my core and put on my gun and go out and try to save some life

There′s all kind of peaple a drivin′ the highway they're good and barely found
And you never ever know just what to expect when you chase a speeding car down


Still I go up and down the long old highway up and down I go
I′m tryin' to keep the peace and speeders down well that′s how I'm makin′ my dough
I work for the highway patrol

[ guitar ]
Well there's gunmen convicts and wise guys they think they know it all
And I just as soon pull out a pistol and say okay copper get lost
Well it's a ragged old life we′re a livin′ as we live it from day to day
But it's a kind of a life I′m lovin' the best I wouldn′t have it any other way

So I go up and down the long old highway...
Yeah I'm workin′ for the highway patrol
I'm just a workin' for the highway patrol I′m workin′ for the highway patrol