JUST ROLLIN’ A SMOKE, OFFICER
Now several years back, me and my first bride
Were going to South America, her mother lived there
So we hopped on a bird for the ride
Seemed like a good idea at the time and I did’t care
We landed in a metropolis they called Miami, big place
They herded us off the bird into a holding pen
Until another bird could take us to another place
I was young and dumb, all I had was a big ol’ silly grin
We had a three hour wait, my bride found a shop to buy many things
She was pretty good at that
I found me a place to buy a cold beer
I went in and there I sat
Well I was rollin’ my own smokes at the time, PA was the brand
When I got my whistle wet, went back outside
Ready for a smoke as I pulled out the can
Relaxin’, waiting for the next bird ride
I squatted down in the alleyway, people a goin’ everywhere
Never seen so many, like they knew where they were going
And I was wanting to get out of there
My nerves were twisted all up, just not knowing
With paper in hand, some tobacco I poured out
Rolled her tight, then I looked from under the brim of my hat
There were six legs in police pants standing there, no doubt
And there I sat
One said, Cowboy, just what do you think you are doing
I just told him in a kind way, just a rollin’ a smoke officer, why
Then I got to thinking
They thought it was one of them funny smokes by the look in their eyes