Now The Sheriff's job is a curious one;

Like the Jarbidge roadwork, it never gets done.

Calls come in from Jackpot, Osino or Jiggs;

Any of which could give your heart the "biggs"

"Please Hurry", says the voice on the phone,

"I hear someone outside, and I'm here all alone."

It may be a burglar, a thief, or a drunk;

He may steal your cattle, your watch, or your trunk.

We set out to catch him, we just do our best;

We jail our percentage and sometimes lose the rest.

We can't catch them all, for some leave no clue;

They don't leave their cards, like the candidates do.

They blame the depression, the mines or the tariff;

But most of the folks put the blame on the Sheriff.

Now that's just a sample of the work that we do;

An endless variety of the old and the new;

So it's quite a game, if I'll just hang right in;

I'll get a pat on the back or a sock on the chin.

There are those that suggest that I just retire;

Start using my golf clubs and change my attire.

But I like what I do and I'm shedding no tears -

And I'd like to be your Sheriff

for another four years!

                                         - Neil Harris, Election 2002

                   Elko, Nevada