Hard Case

Hard Case Brubaker was a real big fat fecker He lived by the jail and hunted escaped cons Using three Bloodhouds and his wits He carried a shotgun loaded for cons With rock salt to maim but not kill Brubaker was a hard case Being an ex con from the same jail He was offered a job for his skills Help us catch fleeing jailbirds And we won't lock you up Call yourself a semi-peace officer Halfway between good and bad A job needs doing and its yours Searching the fields woods and rivers For smart or not too smart cons None have escaped or beaten you yet Coz once you were one of them...