Gideskog
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Lyrics
FOLLOW THE SHERIFF
2013
Hermine Jung
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Hermine Jung
Well, I met him in Maine
in the fall ninety-two.
He was driving along,
with his dog and his crew.
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He sang; I am the Sheriff
but he sang like a deer,
who's got lost in the jungle
with a spider web fear.
My truck just went faster
and the load's going light.
The Sheriff was thirsty
and the crew was all right.
Then a cold day in April,
when we reached Eastport Bay
and the Customs went inside;
he had something to say:
"Are you joking, my fellow:
Where's the load to declare?
All you've got is these bottles
but no liquor to share."
So I looked in the lorry;
all the Whiskey was gone,
but the Sheriff was rambling
on a blanket for con.
He sang; follow the Sheriff,
we will just load and lock.
There's a new day tomorrow
and a new town do dock.
© 2013 Torbjörn Gideskog
I was taking a break
at a bar by the road.
I was trying to get
to the coast with my load.
He sang ballads and jazz,
he sang country and blues.
But he also sang rock,
after dark and some booze.
He was big, he was bold,
he was sharp as a nail.
But his voice was no better
than a rooster on sale.
Told him; well I'm heading
to a harbor northeast:
To make me some money
from the load on my beast.
He said; follow us man,
you just go by the trail.
And you'll travel much faster,
than the American Mail.
I stayed with the Sheriff
and I stayed with the crew;
to every disaster
that his vocal could stew.
