Besedila: Drive By Truckers. Go-Go Boots. Used To Be A Cop.

Used to be a cop but I got to be too jumpy
I used to like to party 'til I coughed up half a lung
But sometimes late at night I hear the beat a-bumping
I reach for my holster and I wake up all alone

I used to have a wife but she told me I was crazy
Said she couldn't stand the way I fidget all the time
Sometimes late at night I circle around the house
I look through the windows and I dream that she's still mine

I got scars on my back from the way my Daddy raised me
I used to have a family until I got divorced
I've come too far from the things that could save me
I used to be a cop but they kicked me off the force
I used to be a cop 'til they kicked me off the force

Used to have a car but the bank came and took it
I'm paying for a house but that bitch lives in it now
The children that we had who now won't even look at me
Guess there's nothing left to lose, nothing matters anyhow

Got a scar on my arm from that bullet that once grazed me
I keep it in a box to remind me where I've been
That thin blue line was the only thing that could save me
I used to have a badge but they made me turn it in

And I used to play football, but I wasn't big enough for college
But I passed the entrance exam, first try and on my way
The Police Academy gave me the only thing I was ever good at
But my temper and the shakes, and they took that thing away

Used to have a wife but she just couldn't deal with
The anger and tension that was welling inside me
Sometimes late at night I circle 'round the house
I look through the windows and I remember how it used to be

I look through the windows and I remember how it used to be