Well, I woke up this mornin' 'bout a quarter past 4, I grabbed a cap and bag and slipped out the door

Hooked up my tracker to the U-Haul hitch, I went and picked up Vince, and we headed out to peep the sitch

Figured we'd try to get into some smallies in the clear water

Prayin' there wasn't nothin' to get snagged up on

So we're cruisin' somewhere near Livingston, I had some herb in my bowl, and I lit it again

I was jabbered at the jaw and crimson in the eye, on the way to Dale Hollow, I was floatin' like a butterfly

Then I got stung by a bee

I had to squeeze the mustard, Uncle Vinnie said, "Wow," then I saw the lights flash, and my heart sank down

And a man strolled up with a real nice lean, and I rolled down my window, and he smelled my weed

He said, "I'm Officer Looper, the Tennessee state trooper, and I'll take your license

And your registration, and your grass"

I guess it was only a matter of time

He said, "Where you headin'?" I said, "To catch some bass"

He said, "Step on out under my magnifying glass"

He made me watch his fingers and touch my nose

And then he made me count to thirty, but then he let me go

Made my day

I reckon it was a little catch-and-release

So that there's my story, and I want you to know

If you're gonna go fishin', ya better take her slow

Better look both ways and keep her in line

Let this be a lesson to you and your partners in crime

Always watch your 6 and 9, don't roll through the stop signs

You don't always need to make the verses rhyme, don't be mixing liquor with your wine

If you feel so inclined, keep me in mind

And by the way, only break one law at a time