The Sheriff - The Strumbellas

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 sheriff 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