Crooked Cop

I know a guy who's got a still under an old oak tree
He makes his money on the side, and he gives a little cut to me
See, I'm the lawman of this town, and I look the other way
Well, he mixes shit into moonshine liquor every other day

That money's good, and so's the booze
I don't mind him makin' dough, as long as I get some, too
That money's good and so's the booze
I don't mind him makin' dough, as long as I get some too

There's a fella with a big green house, sittin' in his backyard
He's always got a package for me when I come in my squad car
It's full of cash and high-grade weed, that will knock you on your ass
In turn, he gets to make his living, selling that devil's grass

That money's good, and so's the weed
I don't mind him slinging dope, as long as some goes to me
That money's good, and so's the weed
I don't mind him slinging dope, as long as some goes to me

There's a couple of girls who'll sell a whirl, down at the cheap motel
They know they gotta give me something, if they don't want me to tell
So, I show up 'bout twice a week, in the middle of the day
A couple of things my wife won't do, and I'll be on my way

Them country girls, they aim to please
I don't mind them turning tricks as long as mine are free
Them country girls, they aim to please
I don't mind them turning tricks as long as mine are free

Internal affairs send one of theirs to investigate some claims
They got reports of a crooked cop, but they ain't got a name
So we go fishin' to talk it out, over a couple beers
He never finished his report, he just done disappeared

That money's good, that lake is deep
Them 'gators, they won't say a word 'bout what they had to eat
That money's good, that lake is deep
Them 'gators, they won't say a word 'bout what they had to eat