I'm living undercover in Turlock, California
Hiding from the boys in blue
I just got caught with fourteen tons of pot
Nailed by a narc named Sue
Talking to my lawyer in the jailhouse foyer
Convinced me of my darkest fears
He said that judge has got a reefer grudge
He's bound to give you twenty years
Chorus
Goodbye yer honor, please excuse me jumping bail
Goodbye yer honor, I just ain't got no time for jail
Consider me the goner, I guess it's time to hit that trail
[chorus]
Tell the prosecutor he's a lousy loser
He's trying to sully my lifestyle
He set that date, tell him not to wait
I won't be coming to my trial
I hope I won't offend ya, but maybe I can send ya
A postcard from a distant land
'Cause all your bars can't block my stars
It's more than I can really stand
Bye bye, bye bye, goodbye yer honor, goodbye
Bye bye, bye bye, goodbye yer honor, goodbye
Bye bye, bye bye, goodbye yer honor, goodbye
Bye bye, bye bye, goodbye yer honor, goodbye
compositores: Dave Torbert,Matthew Kelly,Tim Hovey
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