"This Can't Be Good" lyrics

There's a campfire burning on the Mississippi River bank
My old pickup speakers are cranking out a lot of Hank
That's the sheriff's daughter dancing on my hood
With an empty bottle this can't be good

There's an unwritten law in this sleepy little town
There aren't no drinking on the river when the sun goes down
Think I see the blue lights coming through the woods
Its the sheriff and his posse, this can't be good

Everybody is running like the end of the world is coming
With a Buffard T kind of law man closing in
She just keeps on rocking guess I better do some talking
She's too dumb to run n' I'm too drunk to swim
This can't be good, this can't be good, this can't be good

Aw, stay tuned

This ol' hay barn's full of last year's grass
I got a whole tin can full of campfire gas
There's a little bitty flame on this piece of firewood
And when it all comes together it can't be good

Everybody is running like the end of the world was coming
With a wildfire burning like a freight train outta control
She just keeps on rocking, babe there aren't no time for talking
Throw her over my shoulder run with everything I can
Hold on babe looks like were jumping in

Now you know, when we get to the other side, were going to have to take all
These wet clothes off, and hang out awhile [?] you know, this could be good

Yeah