Lyrics:

Sheriff Mickey's got an attitude
He's kinda mean and kinda rude
But he ain't nothing to his brother Mac
Who talks drunk to women
And gets his fool face slapped

You better take the back road home
They don't know your name
But they know what you got on
'Til I call you on the telephone
Keep your head down low
And take the back road home

Sheriff Mickey's on the radio
Look out, boys, which way'd she go?
Stay in the flow, but you better make time
'Til you get back safe, babe
Across the county line

You better take the back road home
They don't know your name
But they know what you got on
'Til I call you on the telephone
Keep your head down low
And take the back road home

Brother Mac can learn a thing or two
He never oughta talk that way to you
Bet he'll think about you now and then
If he ever can stand up
Straight again

You better take the back road home
They don't know your name
But they know what you got on
'Til I call you on the telephone
Keep your head down low
And take the back road home

You better take the back road home
They don't know your name
But they know what you got on
'Til I call you on the telephone
Keep your head down low
And take the back road home
Keep your head down low, babe
And take the back road home