There's a campfire burnin' on the Mississippi Riverbank My old pick-up speakers are crankin' out a lot of hang That's a Sharon Stoddard dancin' on my hood With an empty bottle this can't be good There's an unwritten law in this sleepy little town There ain't no drinkin' on the river when the sun goes down Think I see the blue lights comin' through the woods It's a sheriff and his posse this can't be good Everybody's runnin' like the end of the world was comin' With a Beaufortee kinda lawman closin' in She just keeps on rockin', guess I'd better do some talkin' She's too dumb to run, I'm too drunk to swim This can't be good, this can't be good, this can't be good Oh, stay tuned This old hay barn's full of last year's grass I got an old tin can full of campfire gas There's a little bitty flame on this piece of firewood And when it all comes together it can't be good Everybody's runnin' like the end of the world was comin' With a wildfire burnin' like a freight train outta control She just keeps on rockin', babe, there ain't no time for talkin' Throw her over my shoulder, run with everything I can Hold on, babe, looks like we're jumpin' in Now you know when we get to the other side We're gonna have to take all these wet clothes off And hang out a while You know, this could be good Yeah!