Come On, Law Man
Come On, Lawman
A high-octane rockabilly ride with an outlaw-country grin, “Come On, Lawman” puts you behind the wheel of an old V8 muscle car with flashing red and blue lights filling the rear-view mirror. But the driver isn't panicking—he's having far too much fun.
A confident baritone vocal leads the chase while a walking upright bass struts underneath, a restrained twangy Telecaster keeps up a semi-muted rhythmic pulse, and a driving shuffle gives the song plenty of motion without ever feeling rushed. The result is less a desperate escape and more a cheeky invitation: if the lawman wants him, he'd better keep up.
Fast cars, tire smoke, rebellious swagger and a healthy disregard for sensible decision-making—all delivered with a grin at 94 BPM.
Come on, lawman… follow my lead.
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Lyrics
Chrome nose, gravel spit
I hear that siren shift
Badge in the rear view glow
Got my hands on the wheel, let's go
Tank full, shirt pulled tight
Engine talking through the night
One more glance, one more grin
That badge is still back there again
Come on, lawman, keep up pace
I got smoke and a crooked face
Take my line, take my lane
We were born for this wild ride game
Come on, lawman, follow my lead
Follow my lead, follow my lead
Wild ride, wild ride, indeed
I got zero cares, I got zero needs
Come on, lawman, follow my lead
Follow my lead, follow my lead
Badge in the glass, but I don't plead
I burn that road till the tires bleed
V8 shaking the bones
Midnight under the county stones
Red and blue in my rear view shine
But this old heart still feels just fine
Leather seat, gas pedal down
I made a game out of getting found
If they want me, they can try
I'm a blur with a devil's eye
Come on, lawman, keep up pace
I got smoke and a crooked face
Take my line, take my lane
We were born for this wild ride game
Come on, lawman, follow my lead
Follow my lead, follow my lead
Wild ride, wild ride, indeed
I got zero cares, I got zero needs
Come on, lawman, follow my lead
Follow my lead, follow my lead
Badge in the glass, but I don't plead
I burn that road till the tires bleed
One hand loose, one hand free
The whole town yelling after me
If this ends in a hard goodbye
At least I lived with my foot in the sky
Come on, lawman, follow my lead
Follow my lead, follow my lead
Wild ride, wild ride, indeed
I got zero cares, I got zero needs
Come on, lawman, follow my lead
Follow my lead, follow my lead
Badge in the glass, but I don't plead
I burn that road till the tires bleed
