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So man you think you wanna run whiskey
Roll with me
Hoss you better listen good and clear
And if you gotta badge
Or a big mouth brother
You ain't got no business here
Boy this here is a moonshine still
Can't you smell that whiskey burn
This is how the big dogs run
Boy you're ridin' shotgun
Buckle up, and let's have some fun
Ridin' 95 down the highway
Sideways, runnin' from ol' John Law
I got the booze in the boot
Move it over Bo Duke
Make room for a real outlaw
Duct tape on that license plate
And a six gun in the dash
Thunder in the hood
Heaven from a still
Lightnin' in a jar
And brother I'm hell on wheels
Said I'm hell on wheels
Just nine more miles until the state line
We're on time and we lost Barney's blues
So you can open your eyes
You done fine
And danger's part of what we do
Now when we make that drop
We're gonna pop a top
You gotta lesson left to learn
It ain't wine, don't sip it
Make it bubble when ya hit
Let it burn, baby, burn
And we'll be ridin' 95 down the highway
Sideways, runnin' from ol' John Law
I got the booze in the boot
Move it over Bo Duke
Make room for a real outlaw
Duct tape on that license plate
And a six gun in the dash
Thunder in the hood
Heaven from a still
Lightnin' in a jar
And brother I'm hell on wheels
Said I'm hell on wheels
Ridin' 95 down the highway
Sideways, runnin' from ol' John Law
I got the booze in the boot
Move it over Bo Duke
Make room for a real outlaw
Duct tape on that license plate
And a six gun in the dash
Thunder in the hood
Heaven from a still
Lightnin' in a jar
Ridin' 95 down the highway
Sideways, runnin' from ol' John Law
I got the booze in the boot
Move it over Bo Duke
Make room for a real outlaw
Duct tape on that license plate
And a six gun in the dash
Thunder in the hood
Heaven from a still
Lightnin' in a jar
Brother I'm hell on wheels
Said I'm hell on wheels
Brother I'm hell on wheels yeah
[Thanks to John for lyrics]
[Thanks to Tiffany for corrections]
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