Sheriffs ain’t easy to love and we don’t get along They’d rather pound on your head then hit on your bong You can’t get that far on only six ounces But with that much they’ll put you away They just don’t understand life or music or songs They just want to ruin your day
Mamas don’t let your babies grow up to be sheriffs Don’t let ‘em work vice squads or border patrol Let ‘em guard school yards or collect highway tolls Mamas don’t let your babies grow up to be sheriffs ‘Cause they take my home grown and won’t leave me alone On my bus with the stuff that I love
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