[Verse 1]
Rodney wore a badge, Zane had a plan,
Derrick kept the books with a steady hand.
Down in St. Charles, where the bayou bends,
They weren’t just lawmen—they were building stands.
[Prechorus]
Milwaukee tools in the back of the truck,
The receipts said "repairs," but they’d push their luck.
[Chorus]
Oh, Rodney, Zane, and Derrick too,
Turning tax dollars into something new.
Out in the woods, where the pine trees grew,
They built deer stands, but justice knew.
[Verse 2]
The department's budget, it stretched real thin,
Yet somehow those tools kept rollin’ in.
They’d sip their coffee, talk crime and schemes,
But their real ambition was hunting dreams.
[Prechorus]
The hammer sang, the saws would hum,
Every nail drove deeper, closer to undone.
[Chorus]
Oh, Rodney, Zane, and Derrick too,
Turning tax dollars into something new.
Out in the woods, where the pine trees grew,
They built deer stands, but justice knew.