Photo Finish Lyrics - Chris Ledoux

At seven this morning I got on the phone 

And said to hold my Bronc as long as you can 

My car broke down in Billings and they just got it back together 

I'll be photo finishing in to old Cheyenne 

We'll here I am in Sheridan and its 9 o'clock 

In the morning and times a-going fast 

I just pulled her over, had some coffee and a donut 

And I bought the car a brand new tank of gas 

Well, I don't know if I'm gonna make it 

It's nine-fifteen, I'll be lucky if I ever get there 

By god, now what's that I hear, is it a siren 

Sure enough he got me on his radar 

He pulled up behind me and turned on those flashing lights 

A sign that I knew meant 'Pull Over' 

So I stomped on my brakes and as I skidded to a halt 

I wiped out three reflector posts along the shoulder 

He got outta this car and was a-walkin' real slow 

So I jumped out and met him half way 

He jerked out his gun and said, "Mister are you crazy 

I ain't never seen nobody drive that way" 

I told him, "Take it easy" and he could put up that cannon 

The way he shakin', it just might go off 

He put up the gun as I explained my situation 

He listened to my story then he coughed 

He wrote me out a ticket, that seemed to take forever 

I took it and as I headed for my car 

That cop he hollered after me and said, "Hey, cowboy 

You better slow down 'cause you can't outrun this radar" 

As I rolled on down the road, I was a-cursin' and a-swearin' 

About the ticket that I had just acquired 

I wondered if I ought to pay it or throw it out the window 

But I might just set the damn thing afire 

So I gunned it once again and was a traveling down the road 

With the gas pedal a mashed to the floor 

When I came around a curve and right there in the highway 

There's more damn sheep than I ever seen before 

I'm going too fast to ever stop, so I just close my eyes 

As the car rolls on through the herd 

When I opened up my eyes again, there's a sheep on the fender 

And that herd's sayin' some mighty awful words 

The sweats a-drippin' off my hands as I barrel through old Wheatland 

I'm a nervous wreck and I must be a sight 

The flies inside this old car are buzzin' all around me 

Guess my 24-hour deodorant quit last night 

60, 50, 40, 30, 20 miles more the rodeo starts in another 18 minutes 

I pull in through the main gate and I hear the anthem playing 

I can't believe it, thank God, I finally made it 

There's only one more obstacle that's standin' in my way 

It's a nitwit with a weekend badge 

He standin' by the gate and as I slide her to a halt 

He says, "Where in the hell you goin' so dog gone fast" 

I tell him I'm entered and I ain't got time to talk 

My horse is in the chute and I'm late 

He says I need to get a pass from the secretary 

My eyes get red, my heart fills up with hate 

I yell, "You dirty so and so, you better let me through" 

he asked if I'd repeat that once again 

So I whacked him in the mouth and then I left him lyin' there 

On his back a-kickin' in the sand 

I got there just in time to see my Bronc come runnin' out 

His head and tail was held way up high 

I swear he looked right straight at me and grinned and gave horse laugh And me I just stood there and cried 

I turned around feelin' helpless and fairly dumbfounded 

I looked and what did I see 

3 highway patrolmen and a gateman with a fat lip 

And they were all a-lookin' right at me 

Sittin' in the cell now I've done a lot of thinkin' 

About that wild run I made a month ago 

I'm sorry that I'm in this rotten situation 

If I could do it again I wouldn't have drove so slow 

If I could do it again i wouldn't have drove so slow