Here Comes Frank (You Better Tuck in Your Shirt)

Lyrics

[Verse]
He’s pulling up in that old blue truck,
Spitting gravel, kicking up the dust,
Boots polished, brim on straight,
He’s the man you better not make late.

[Chorus]
Here comes Frank, you better tuck in your shirt,
Straighten that collar, don’t kick up no dirt,
He’s the town’s sheriff, the preacher on Sunday,
Here comes Frank, make sure you’re walking the right way.

[Verse 2]
Down at the diner, you can feel the hush,
Folks sip their coffee, no one’s in a rush,
He tips his hat, gives you that look,
One sideways glance could write you a book.

[Chorus]
Here comes Frank, you better tuck in your shirt,
Straighten that collar, don’t kick up no dirt,
He’s the town’s sheriff, the preacher on Sunday,
Here comes Frank, make sure you’re walking the right way.

[Bridge]
But he’s got a heart as big as a ridge,
Saved old Johnny from jumping that bridge,
Every kid in town gets a nod and a wink,
But you best shape up when you deal with Frank.

[Verse 3]
At the church he’ll give you a righteous word,
On Main Street he’ll have justice served,
He’s living proof that the rules ain’t meant to bend,
A man of order, a town’s best friend.