Johnny Law William Elliott Whitmore

Well I was driving down the road just a minding my own
When Johnny Law pulled up from behind
He walked up to my window and said, roll it down
And let me see what I can find
I said, no way, what's mine is mine
And I'd appreciate it if you'd leave me be
He said, I'll leave you be alright, in a cell all night
I'll lock you up and throw away the key

He slapped them cuffs on my wrist
And my hands clenched into fists
And I wished I could have punched him in the jaw
And knock out old Johnny Law

Old Johnny Law
Johnny Law
He's the littlest man I ever saw
With his badge and his gun
He'll just hassle everyone
He'll get you on the run
Johnny Law

He took me down to the state house
And he hurled that book at me
And being in a cell is like being in hell
For a man who longs to be free