Well I woke up this mornin' bout a quarter past four
Grabbed my cap and bag, and slipped out the door
Hooked up my Tracker to the U-Haul hitch
Went and picked up Vince, and we headed out to peep the sitch
Figure we'd try to get into some Smallies in the clear water
Prayin' there wasn't nothin' to get snagged up on
So we're cruisin' somewhere near Livingston
Had some herb in my bowl and I lit it again
I was jabbered in the jaw, and crimson in the eye
On the way to Dale Hollow I was floatin' like a butterfly
Then I got stung by a bee
Had to squeeze the mustard, Uncle Vinnie said "wow"
Then I saw the lights flashin', my heart sank down
And the man strolled up with a real nice lean
And I rolled down my window and he smelled my weed
He said, "I'm Officer Looper, the Tennessee State Trooper, and I'll take your license"
"And your registration"
"And your grass"
I guess it was only a matter of time
He said, "Where you headed?"
I said, "To catch some Bass"
He said, "Step on out, under my magnifying glass"
He made me watch his fingers and touch my nose
Then he made me count to thirty but then he let me go
Made my day
I reckon it was a little "Catch and Release"
So that there's my story and I want you to know
If you're gonna go fishin' you better take 'er slow
Better look both ways and keep her in line
Let this be a lesson to you and your partners in crime
Always watch your six and nine
Don't roll through the stop sign
You don't always need to make the verses rhyme
Don't be mixing liquor with your wine
If you feel so inclined keep me in mind
And by the way, only break one law at a time