The Sheriff Song Songtext
von Wayeiya

The rain makes mud
In this desert land
No need to clean the horse
Go back and get the axe

Wet floors on the 24/7 motels
Kitchens with too much information
Twenty indians smoking for peace
Guns filled with no reflections
On the whole world there are no jobs
For the greatest warriors of all time
They′ll die together in this fight
So that they can remain as friends

Don't cry and don′t bark little dog
Don't cry and don't bark
Little dog
Don′t cry and don′t bark little dog
Don't cry...


Oh...
California
Ohhh...
California

Do you want to buy an AK47?
(You! you!)
You can do it at my store
The town is under attack
While the sheriff is on drugs
The gold remains under my hat
And the powder is under my stache
A bunch of coyotes with guitars
Singing and howling at the stars
Do you wanna shoot somebody in the mouth?
Do you wanna, do you wanna overcome your fears?
Make your dreams, come true
And rise above these fools of their land?


Oh...
California
Ohhh...
California
Oh...
California
Ohhh...
California

(Yee-haw!)

Hey-a! Ho-ha!
Hey-a! Ho-ha!
Hey-a! Ho-ha!
Singing my songs
Hey-a! Ho-ha!
Hey-a! Ho-ha!
Hey-a! Ho-ha!
Singing my songs
Hey-a! Ho-ha!
Hey-a! Ho-ha!
Hey-a! Ho-ha!
Singing my songs
Hey-a! Ho-ha!
Hey-a! Ho-ha!
Hey-a! Ho-ha!
Singing my songs

Oh...
California
Ohhh...
California
Oh...
California
Ohhh...
California