Weekend Dayshift Deputy

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Clock says 0600 but I'm 10-8 at 05:45, Radio cracks out the gate, what'll it be this time? Traffic hazard in the ditch or a watch order down the road, Or blessed silence, 'cause admin ain't here, we in stealth mode. [Chorus] I'm a Weekend Dayshift Deputy, Star on my chest, county on my sleeve, Durango hummin', gonna see what the day's gonna be, Ain't no donuts, that's cliche, you see. I'm just a Weekend Dayshift Deputy. [Verse 2] Gotta be a Durango, Charger, maybe a big ol' Ram truck, First call of the day is the gas station for a little luck. Breakfast burrito, energy drink and a water too, No coffee and donuts 'cause that joke got old back in '92. Find a quiet church lot, run traffic with my lights out dark, Everybody hits their brakes at 25, thinkin' they about to get a invite, Nah man, I'm just tryin' not to spill sauce on my vest, Catchin' up on life and eatin' this gas station breakfast. [Chorus] I'm a Weekend Dayshift Deputy, Star on my chest, county on my sleeve, Parked on a hill, lookin' mean while I'm tryin' to eat, Everybody slowin' down like im going to throw the book at em’. I'm just a Weekend Dayshift Deputy. [Verse 3] Alright, let's make our rounds, check them little towns nobody knows, Turn down that dirt road that even Google Maps won't show. Check the back roads, creek beds, and the county line, Just prayin' today ain't the day that cow's out one more time. [Verse 4] Well if dispatch leaves me alone I'll go to the populated side, Lookin’ for expired tags and anything suspicious hangin’ around. And right on cue like she pays county rent, "Radio Tones - be advised, goats out on county road thirty three fifty." It's always a cow, it's always a goat, never a big felony, At least that goat won't argue 'bout his sovereign citizenry. [Chorus] I'm a Weekend Dayshift Deputy, Star on my chest, county on my sleeve, Half cowboy, half babysitter for livestock runnin' free, Wranglin' Betsy back in the fence for free. I'm just a Weekend Dayshift Deputy. [Verse 5] Now it’s thirteen hundred and my boots wanna go home, I’m runnin’ ghost mode, takin’ back roads, tryin’ not to be known. Cause shift change is voodoo, everybody needs somethin’ at thirteen forty five, Wants a report from last Tuesday and a civil standby please I’m creepin’ at 30 tryin’ to be invisible, Prayin’ that radio stays quiet till that fourteen hundred hits. [Bridge - bring it down for real] Yeah it sounds bad but we love this job, Off the wall talks in the car just to stay sane through the fog. We stand for a side most don’t even know, We carry things so you don’t have to, that’s the load. Don’t care who you are, if you like us or hate the badge, If you call, we’re comin’, that’s all we got. We’re the few. Weekend Dayshift Deputy, yeah, I'll still show up for you. [Outro] 10-8 at 0545, 10-7 at fourteen hundred ... if dispatch lets me. Cow’s still out.