I SHOT THE SHERIFF

 It was i who shot the sheriff

Now they claim that i am guilty

They are tracking me down

Led by the police deputy

He was an ugly and fat baboon

With money and a Toyota Saloon

Five stars on his uniform-a marshal

To shoot he needed not a rehearsal

Mine beautiful wife he long coveted 

Money and car had he and i not

Every week flowers he brought

While sweat i broke building the road

All this while i knew but so what 

A man with no money is like a man

With a broken hand; no use they got

He provided both on the plate and the bed

On that fateful day i said enough is enough

With my month's salary a gun i purchased,

Headed home and waited in the trough.

Toyota Saloon came and under a tree parked

Ten minutes later giggles turned to moans

My wife was in pain but she seemed to enjoy

The scene i beheld until now still pains

That betrayal i would  no longer buy

My Ak-47 firmly in hand i held: one eye 

On the target the other closed for range

The trigger with the index finger reached I

And decided that this had to change

They buried him in the cemetery

With high ranking officials in the force

I sat home following the commentary

Everything they said about him was false

Armoured cars with sirens e'ry time move

With angry men searching  for the killer

I have made peace  that i will also leave

Through the same gun after a shot of tequila