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    “All Roads Lead to Cornithaca” – “Rabid Lemmings: The Musical – I’ve Got A Sheriff”

    I’ve Got A Sheriff

    (To the tune of I Shot The Sheriff by Bob Marley and the Wailers)

    I’ve got a sheriff, but I could not spot a deputy
    I’ve got a sheriff, but I could not spot a deputy

    All around my rural town
    They’re driving up and down
    They say they want to bring in the guilty
    But there’s no sign of a deputy
    There’s no help from the deputies
    But I say

    I’ve got a sheriff, but I must rely on self-defense
    I’ve got a sheriff, but he never helps no matter the offense

    The County always hated us
    For what I don’t know
    Every time that they do us down
    They say, “If you don’t like it; why don’t you go”
    They say, “If you don’t like it; why don’t you go”
    I say

    I’ve got a sheriff, but I had to buy a chain-link fence
    I’ve got a sheriff, but I must rely on my own defense

    Money came my way one day
    And I started out of town
    All of a sudden I see the Tax Assessor
    Aiming to do me down
    So I shot, I shot him down
    I say

    I shot the tax man, and I finally see a deputy
    I shot the tax man, and I finally saw a deputy

    Reflexes got the better of me
    And maybe that’s as it should be
    Every day those fuckers go to the well
    But one day the bottom will drop out
    Yes, one day the bottom will drop out
    But I say

    I shot the tax man, now they’re suiting up the deputies
    I shot the tax man, now they’re shooting up what’s left of me

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    A seventh song for “Rabid Lemmings: The Musical” – I say “God Damn the Tax Assessor Man.”

    Posted on June 29, 2021June 29, 2021Author dougabaird@earthlink.netCategories Rural Tompkins BlogsTags All Roads Lead to Cornithaca, Cornithaca County, Government and Society, government policy, Rabid Lemmings The Musical, rural poor, rural social justice, rural tompkins County, Tompkins County

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