Up and down the long old highway up and down I go
Tryin' to keep the peace and speeders down well that's how I make my dough
I'm workin' for the highway patrol

Well it's work time again I hate to see it come but every night at seven it arrives
I had to check out my core and put on my gun and go out and try to save some life

There's all kind of peaple a drivin' the highway they're good and barely found
And you never ever know just what to expect when you chase a speeding car down

Still I go up and down the long old highway up and down I go
I'm tryin' to keep the peace and speeders down well that's how I'm makin' my dough
I work for the highway patrol

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Well there's gunmen convicts and wise guys they think they know it all
And I just as soon pull out a pistol and say okay copper get lost
Well it's a ragged old life we're a livin' as we live it from day to day
But it's a kind of a life I'm lovin' the best I wouldn't have it any other way

So I go up and down the long old highway...
Yeah I'm workin' for the highway patrol
I'm just a workin' for the highway patrol I'm workin' for the highway patrol