| I’m living undercover in Turlock, California
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| Hiding from the boys in blue
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| I just got caught with fourteen tons of pot
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| Nailed by a narc named Sue
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| Talking to my lawyer in the jailhouse foyer
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| Convinced me of my darkest fears
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| He said that judge has got a reefer grudge
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| He’s bound to give you twenty years
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| Goodbye yer honor, please excuse me jumping bail
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| Goodbye yer honor, I just ain’t got no time for jail
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| Consider me the goner, I guess it’s time to hit that trail
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| Goodbye yer honor, please excuse me jumping bail
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| Goodbye yer honor, I just ain’t got no time for jail
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| Consider me the goner, I guess it’s time to hit that trail
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| Tell the prosecutor he’s a lousy loser
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| He’s trying to sully my lifestyle
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| He set that date, tell him not to wait
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| I won’t be coming to my trial
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| I hope I won’t offend ya, but maybe I can send ya
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| A postcard from a distant land
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| 'Cause all your bars can’t block my stars
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| It’s more than I can really stand
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| Bye bye, bye bye, goodbye yer honor, goodbye
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| Bye bye, bye bye, goodbye yer honor, goodbye
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| Bye bye, bye bye, goodbye yer honor, goodbye
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| Bye bye, bye bye, goodbye yer honor, goodbye |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Good-Bye Yer Honor , by - Bob Weir. Song from the album Kingfish, in the genre Иностранный рок