Red rock highway bakin' [bacon?] in the sun
The police of the Beehive State, yeah their work is never done
I look in the mirror and see the flash of red and blue
Oooooo
I see the mustache, the badge
Yeah the pistol, the pen
He sees a guy like me to blame for the mess this country's in
I know he'll tell his wife tonight he made the world a safer place
Oooooo
Chorus:
I'm busted in Utah, the red rock desert sun
We've got the guitars, but they've got the guns
So we're sitting by the side of the road because I broke the law
Best laid plans slipped right through your hands
I'm busted in Utah, busted in Utah, busted in Utah
I'm busted in Utah
Well the rich man has his martini
The country man has his M-16
The kids have got their Coca-Cola
The rest of us have got to have the green
The sacrament of one man is to another obscene
Ooooooo
So bluegrass bands with big plans and a psychedelic GMC
Should know that Utah is the longest way from point A to point B
There's a whole lot of jello and a lot of trampolines
Ooooo
(chorus)
Bridge
Oooo ... whoa Nellie you broke the law
The yin is to the yang as the yee is to the haw
Oooo ... whoa Nellie you broke the law
The yin is to the yang as the yee is to the haw
The yee is to the haw, yee is to the haw
(chorus)
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