High Plains Drifter Lyrics by Beastie Boys

High Plains Drifter Lyrics

    They can't catch me never gonna find me
    They're never gonna know that I'm the High Plains Drifter
    Pulled over to the river to take a rest
    Pulled out a pair of pliers and pulled the bullet out of my chest
    Fear and loathing across the country listening to my 8 track
    Reached behind the seat and grabbed a Kool from the pack
    Long distance from my girl and I'm talking on the cellular
    She said that she was sorry and I said yeah the hell you were
    Check my rear view mirror check the gold tooth display
    Check the odometer and I was on my way
    Cause I'm a high plains drifter the best that you can get
    A strapped shoplifter a pirate on cassette
    Bust a Travis Bickle when I feel that I'm getting pushed
    Don't step to me or you're gonna get mushed
    Doing 120 plowing over mail boxes
    Radar detector to tell me where the cops is
    Spend another night at the Motel 6
    It's five dollars extra get the porno flicks
    Concoct a black and tan in my brandy snifter
    I'm a kleptomaniac K-Mart shoplifter
    Cash flow getting low so I had to pull a job
    I found a nice place to visit but a better place to rob
    Left the car outside with the engine still revvin'
    Time to get busy at 7-Eleven
    Went inside to make my withdrawal
    I would've took what he had had had I had to take it all
    Knucklehead deli tried to gyp me on the price
    So I clocked him off the turban with the bag of ice
    Mellow like Jell-O cool like lemonade
    Made my getaway and I thought that I had it made
    I feel like Steve McQueen a former movie star
    Look in my rearview mirror seen a police car
    Ballantine quarts with the puzzle on the cap
    I couldn't help but notice I was caught in a speed trap
    Dirty Mary Crazy Larry on the run from Dirty Harry
    Stash the cash in the dash but my gun I did carry
    I'm seeing blue and red flashing deep in the night
    I got my alibi straight and I pulled over to the right
    Cop knocked on my window and said Boy where's the fire
    you've got a mailbox on your bumper and a bald front tire
    *Outta the car longhair* your goose is cooked
    Read me my rights fingerprinted and booked
    Makin' like a D.T. driving a Gran Fury
    Wherever I hang my hat's my home and my past is kind of blurry
    Every dog will have its day and mine will be in front of a jury
    I'm the High Plains Drifter and I'm never in a hurry
    Read me my rights as if I didn't know this
    Threw me in the tank with the drunk called Otis
    With his five o' clock shadow he smelled of 3-day old beer
    My man turned to me and said why are you here?
    I said I'm charming and dashing I'm rental car bashing
    Phony paper passing at Nix Check Cashing
    Went before the judge he sent me to the Brooklyn House of D.
    He said you behave son or we'll throw away the key
    Harry Houdini'd out the cuffs I kicked the screw in the knee
    Took the bailiff's wallet and went straight to O.T.B.
    I had a good feeling easy come easy go
    I bet on one horse to win and your mother to show
    And sure enough that nag came in
    Brought my ticket to the window and collected my win
    Broke into my new car with a wire coat hanger
    Hot wired hot wheeled and *Suzy is a headbanger*

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