Sheriff King told the county men,
"You have to act like proper cops,
The boy down the other lane
Has been shakin' all the stops"
He drove up in his Cadillac
He was a-boozin' and he still
Was movin' and a-checkin'
Out his safety .8-er mil

(The) sheriff don't like it
Robbin' the gas bar
Rob the gas bar
(The) sheriff don't like it
Robbin' the gas bar
Rob the gas bar

I ordered him to stop it
He began to take his ground
He gave me then a face full
Of that crazy gas bar sound
But then I began and brought out
The 11 gauge gun
The local cotton picker
Dropped his farmin' pick and runs
As soon as the sheriff
Appeared out to hear
I began to wail

(The) sheriff don't like it
Robbin' the gas bar
Dropped the shot gun
(The) sheriff don't like it
Robbin' the gas bar
Dropped the shot gun

He shoved it at my temple
Oh my gut began to swim
Then in came Sergeant Fool
The hick knows not a thing
But as the wimp changed direction
His tempered hand took lives
The cop caught a bit
Of my crazy gas bar side

(The) sheriff don't like it
Shot at the gas bar
Rob the gas bar
(The) sheriff don't like it
Shot at the gas bar
Rob the gas bar

Then King called up his best fighters
They said they're on their way
Cops surrounded 'tween the many rest
Down the gas bar way
As soon as the sheriff was
Shuffled out of there
Then the bullets turned to
The robber with the hair
As soon as the sheriff was
Bumpin' in to blare
The best fighters killed

(The) sheriff don't like it
Robbin' the gas bar
Rob the gas bar
(The) sheriff don't like it
Robbin' the gas bar
Rob the gas bar

(The) sheriff don't like it (He thinks about goat hair.)
Robbin' the gas bar
Rob the gas bar
(The) sheriff don't like it (For the mental institution.)
Robbin' the gas bar
Rob the gas bar
(The) sheriff don't like it (His middle name is Jason.)
Robbin' the gas bar
Rob the gas bar