**(Spoken, drawl slow)** “Well, folks… sometimes you don’t break the law — the law just sneaks up and breaks *you.*” **[Verse 1]** *(steady two-step beat)* 🎵 Blacked-out truck, thirty-seven southbound, Radio loud, no one around. Then blue lights blinked like Christmas night, Guess ol’ freedom took a bite. He said, “Boy, you didn’t slow down near me.” I said, “Sir, that rule’s news to me.” He grinned like he wrote the Constitution, Said, “Ignorance ain’t no solution.” **[Chorus]** 🎵 ‘Cause the law ain’t on the sign, It’s hid somewhere in that trooper’s mind. I slowed down some, but not enough this time, Guess reading minds is a traffic crime. Yeah, the law ain’t on the sign, But that fine sure reads just fine. **[Verse 2]**🎵 Now next time I see those flashin’ lights, I’ll crawl like I’m tow-truck polite. Gonna wave and smile and nod, Like I’m repentant before God. He said, “Son, it’s the Move Over Act.” I said, “Cool — but where’s that fact?” He tipped his hat, drove off in grace, Left me singin’ this roadside case. **[Bridge – spoken, over gentle strum]** “Fifty bucks later, I’ve learned two things: Texas law ain’t short on mystery, and irony’s still alive and well.” **[Final Chorus – crowd sings along]** 🎵 Yeah, the law ain’t on the sign, But my checkbook says it’s doin’ fine. Next time I’ll crawl just to stay alive, ‘Cause the law ain’t on the sign — But that fine sure reads just fine. “Tip your waitress. And your trooper.”
