Citizen's Arrest

We run shine

Where the sunflowers grow

And it takes all kinds

To keep it on the low

Hey just last night the PTA was here

They all come out

to see Preacher Pierce

He’s no saint

But he’s our hometown glue

And it takes all kinds

To make Mountain Dew

An' as the preacher’s wife

I’m his helpmate too

When deacons knock

I hand them the dew

Jesse James

Comes to our door

Every night

like the night before

But I heard word

The cops were soon to too

I opened the screen

And told him what to do

Run like Hell!

To where the sunflowers grow

Go Past the Pines

keep it on the low

Hey you’re just in time

‘For the POS gets here

That’s when Sheriff snarled

“Your secret’s out Ms. Pierce.”

Swallowed my tongue

and I began to pray

God he uses all kinds

For miracles today

Sheriff you just did

Kinda like John 2

You turned Water to shine

But just this time

I won’t apprehend you.

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