The Buford Stick Lyrics - The Dirty South - Drive By Truckers

Now Sheriff Buford Pusser's gotten too big for his britches 

With his book reviews and movie deals 

Down at the car lot making public appearances 

For breaking up our homes and stills 

I know he likes to brag how he wrestled a bear 

But I knew him from the funeral home 

Ask him for a warrant, he'll say "I keep it in my shoe" 

That son of a bitch has got to go 

That son of a bitch has got to go 

Now they lined up around the block to see that movie 

And crying for his ambushed wife 

Marveling about about shot eight times and stabbed seven 

Some folks can't take a hint 

They say he didn't take no crap from the State Line Gang 

What the hell they talking bout? 

I'm just a hard workingman with a family to feed 

And he made my daughter cry 

Said he made my daughter cry 

"Watch out for Buford!" is what they keep on telling me 

But to me he's just another crooked lawman up in Tennessee 

He gets a new hot car to keep us on our toes 

And that ridiculous stick where the press corp. goes 

And some big time Hollywood actors playing him on the big screen 

"Watch out for Buford! He's shutting down our stills and whores" 

But it ain't like he's all that different from what was there before 

It wouldn't take my man long to do the job 

Just a partially sawed through steering rod 

And I wouldn't have to worry about the good Sheriff anymore 

Now the funeral's got'em lined up for twenty blocks 

No one liked that SOB when he's alive 

But the ruckus he began keeps a spreadin' like a wildfire 

Not sure if I'm gonna survive 

Hit an embankment doing a hundred twenty on a straight-away 

The Lord works in mysterious ways 

They'll probably make another movie, glorifying what he done 

But I'll never have to hear them say 

I'll never have to hear them say 

Watch out for Buford