D E7 A DD E7 A D [Chorus]G F# Yeah, I don't take no lip with this cannon on my hipE7 A D Let me tell you boy it ain't no toyG I wear a hat just like a mountyF# I'm the sheriff of Boone CountyE7 Be careful boy causeA D You're in a heap of a trouble boy [Verse 1]D Now if you're tryin' to push your CaddyE From Nashville to CincinnatiA D You have to come across Boone County line As you're drivin' through youE7 Better mind your P's and Q'sA D Cause this here stretch of interstate boy is mine [Verse 2]D Now you might outrun my old ChevroletE7 But you can't outrun my own two wayA D Leon's awaitin' at the station to hear from meD Now you're gonna be a wishin'E I believed in extraditionA D Cause I'll chase you all the way back to Tennessee N.C. (sirens blowin) [Chorus]G F# Now, I don't take no lip with this cannon on my hipE7 A D Let me tell you boy it ain't no toyG I wear a hat just like a mountyF# I'm the sheriff of Boone CountyE7 A D Be careful cause you're in a heap of a trouble boy [Solo]| D | E7 | A | D || D | E7 | A | D | [Verse 3]D So far I guess you been luckyE7 But for now, you’re in Boone County KentuckyA D And I don't know how things are in TennesseeD Now I'm the roughest you ever sawE7 around here I'm the lawA D And it's been that way since back in '43 [Chorus]G F# Now, I don't take no lip with this cannon on my hipE7 A D Let me tell you boy it ain't no toyG I wear a hat just like a mountyF# I'm the sheriff of Boone CountyE A D By the way, you're in a heap of a trouble boy [Outro]D Yeah, I run the grocery storeE7 And I pump the gasA D I paint the lines on the streetsD E7 I'm the dogcatcher, The judge, I’m him tooA D Heck, you might as well just plead guiltyD Yeah, I’ll post your bond for you if you likeE7 Aw, we got all kinds of things going for us round hereA D And if you happen to wreck your car On the way to the courthouse, I got a used car lotE7 Down there too, yeah. we’ll take care of itA Cause I want to tell you something boyD You’re in a heap of troubleE7 Yeah, gonna winding upA Aw, guilty or not guiltyD Thats like I thought you wasE7 Yeah your guilty, just plead guilty boyA7 I’m gonna take you home with me, ha haD Yeah your never getting back to TennesseeE7 A D Lock you up boy, feed you on baloney and hot gravyE7 Yeah, watch that switch blade knifeA You got there, aw carrying a concealed weaponD Now we’ll throw you away for goodE7 Yeah your about the grooviest catA I ever lawed in a long timeD We’ll get a lot of money out of you boyE7 Well I wish we could end this songA Cause it’s, it’s keepin me up Man, I’ve missed out on theD E7 A Missed out on the police calls
The Sheriff Of Boone County
Kenny Price
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