As I was on the highway and the tickets I was faking,
I stopped a long-haul driver and his money I was taking.
I first produced my badge and then I sternly told him, “Sonny,
I don’t have any charge to bring but you’ll forfeit your money.”
Refrain:
Musha ringuma doo durm’da
Let’s stop that Caddy-oh,
Let’s stop that Caddy-oh,
There’s money in the car.
I brought in all I’d taken to the station right and proper.
The cash will go to good use. More than half stays with the coppers.
I filed the needed papers and I didn’t do it sloppy.
I took the ones from last week’s stop and made a photocopy.
Refrain
I went to my apartment all for to take a slumber,
I dreamt of a promotion, boys, and sure it was no wonder
But the trucker made a phone call, don’t know why he didn’t trust us,
Then set a lawyer on us from the Institute for Justice.
Refrain
When I came to the station, was early in the mornin’,
This lawyer came right up to me and uttered words of warnin’.
She told me that I couldn’t go grabbin’ cash at leisure.
She claimed the Fourth Amendment won’t permit a causeless seizure.
Refrain
I wish that I was workin’ for Sheriff Joe Arpaio
I know he’d treat me better than Montana or Ohio.
Revivin’ his old days on the roads of Arizona,
We’d have fun stopping cars and taking money from its owner.
The second EP from Northern Irish singer-songwriter Bea Stewart runs from gentle folk to pillowy pop ballads, all perfectly executed. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 15, 2024