I’m easily amused by the things you say
Oh then it took me, oh then it took me Back to those old darn days
Oh and I sit by the lake and watch the boats as I think
Oh when I’m looking, oh Oh and sometimes I hope that they sink
And I say,
I’m not the sheriff, I’m not the sheriff here
I’m not the sheriff, I’m not the sheriff here
Oh and I’ve learned everything from my mother’s hurt
Oh and I listened, oh and I listen
Oh how I followed that burn
Hell I fished the night away with my father on the lake
Oh when he took me, oh when he took me Oh how I miss that old place
And I say,
I’m not the sheriff, I’m not the sheriff here
Oh I’m not the sheriff, I’m not the sherrif here
And all good things gone
When all good’s gone wrong
I’m not the sheriff, I’m not the sheriff here
I’m not the sheriff, I’m not the sheriff
I’m not the sheriff, I’m not the sheriff
I’m not the sheriff, I’m not the sheriff