The Legend of the Last of the Outlaw Truckers aka the Ballad of Sherif Shor

I was sick sick so sick time around
I use to live down town down in trucker town
I was the baddest, baddest, baddest around
But there were fifteen years since I heard a sound
I said look it, look it, come on down
Cause when the boss start shaking, shaking 'em down
They're called the last of the outlaw truckers around

Cause I'm me, see
Jacked up on junk and nicotine
Whoa-oh please believe me
I know what I mean

By the time we got to Texas he was lying 'em down
With the bang boom bodies all gone to the ground
I said now look it, look it, look what I found

I'm on one more mission and that's you, and that's right

Cause I'm me, see
Jacked up on meth and Dexedrine
Whoa-oh, please believe me
I know what I mean
And I'm clean
Oh, narcotics now
If you've seen what I've seen
Then you know what I mean

And I said look around, looking out and below
You know its hard to take shorty up in new Mexico

And then I gotta get him down to New Orleans
I'll go to eight states, in eight states straight
Shorty you hesitate on a daily base

We even got you started down in baton rouge
Well shorty's kind of trippin' from making him stand
So stacks went off to get the gun from his hands

Pulled another pistol and shot him down

That's about the time that sheriff shot shorty down

Cause I'm mean, see
Jacked up on meth-amphetamines
And oh-oh, please believe me
I know what I mean
And I'm clean
Get no buyers now
If you've seen what I've seen
Oh you know what I mean