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 [ Guitar ] 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