Well, I’m a standing on a corner in Winslow, Arizona,
and such a scary sight to see.
It’s a cop, my Lord, in a black and white Ford,
slowin’ down to point a gun at me.
Come on, esse, where’s your papers?
I gotta know if your sweet ass is really legal.
You may lose and you may win,
You may run I’ll find you again.
I’ll open up, you’re climbin’ in,
so take it easy.
[Apologies—or thanks—to Jackson Browne]