F.T.A. (Failure to Appear) Lyrics
It’s just gettin’ worse and it ain’t gonna stop
Just look at jerk, drinkin’ his pop.
They give some punk a gun
And then they call him a cop…it’s gotta stop!
Little Jr. County Sheriff came in for lunch today.
Little Jr. County Sheriff came in for lunch today!
I cooked him up a burger and boys,
I made my sweet getaway…you know what I’m sayin’?
I got an F.T.A., man I ain’t no criminal,
An F.T.A. and I committed no crime,
An F.T.A., things are getting pitiful,
Just an F.T.A. you can’t pay, you do time.
Well, I must’ve been cursed, it’s been goin’ on for years
And it’s getting’ worse, well I’ve been livin’ in fear.
Yeah well, they give me a new court date but,
I forget to appear…oh dear…
Little Jr. County Sheriff hidin’ by the roadside
Little Jr. County Sheriff hidin’ by the roadside!
I bet he spills his coffee
As we go flyin’ by…you know why…why?
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They want me so bad in traffic court
I knew I’d been had when I read the police report.
They hunt me down just like it’s some kind of sport.
Whatever it is I don’t wanna play no more.
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As the first light burst, from the rising sun,
Well, I find my shirt and away I run,
And it’s catch-me-if-you-can and boys,
Ain’t we havin’ fun…well we’ve just begun.
Little Jr. County Sheriff why can’t you leave me be?
Little Jr. County Sheriff why can’t you leave me be?
If I could get the man off my back,
I’d be free…you know what I mean?
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