Kimble County Jail

Words and music Cosmically received from the universe via Erin Thompson
All rights reserved, copyright to Erin Thompson 1998

  
I was innocently driving along
It wasn't my fault that the speedo was wrong.
The cop used the speeding as part of his plan;
He just wanted to take a look in our van.

The van has gold bumpers and curtains to match,
We use a stick to hold up the hatch
He said, "Can I take a look inside?"
I didn't want him to know I had something to hide.

So I said, "Yes, please go ahead"
Even though I should've said "no" instead.
So he started to seach - checking every crack.
"Mushrooms?" he said. "Put your hands behind your back."

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So here I am in the Kimble County Jail
Hoping that my Dad will post bail.
My band is on tour in the Big Red Rig
I don't think I'll make it to our next gig.

He took me to the station in the back of his car
I got fingerprinted, photographed, thinking how bizzare
That my life could take this hairpin turn
Lessons the hard way are no fun to learn.

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So here's my advice from the Kimble County Jail
Where the water is hot and the bread is stale
If you're traveling with your band through Texas or Rome,
Be sure to leave your mushrooms at home!

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