Lyrics Black Lips – Rumbler
Text:
Bobby Earl awoke at dawn
He put his huntin’ britches on
He could smell trouble like a dog, he was on their tail
He was after tax stamp dodgers
Pot-smokin’ hippies and draft dodgers to prove
RC crossfire vehicle driver
Killed to live, a well-trained survivor
Momma called him Bobby but Rumbler was his name
Ride, ride, Rumbler, ride
Leave them good ol’ boys behind
You know them woods and they got nowhere to hide
Ride, ride, Rumbler, ride
Chasin’ moonshine boys through the piney woods
Up in Georgia searchin’ for illegal goods
The growl of his engine was his battle-cry
He crashed sixteen trucks in hot pursuit
But in the end he got the loot
Ain’t a man alive that can say that he got away
But federal agents had enough
Of that rascal Rumbler and his pick up trucks
Kicked him out and took his badge away
Ride, ride, Rumbler, ride
Leave them good ol’ boys behind
You know them woods and they got nowhere to hide
Ride, ride, Rumbler, ride
Poor old Rumbler was awful sad
About losin’ all he ever had
Little did he know that his luck was about to change
See, there was a guy that he used to know
Asked him if he’d join them on the road
Rumbler flashed a guilish smile
You could hear his laugh for fifty miles
Hit the clutch, and he was on his way
Ride, ride, Rumbler, ride
Leave them good ol’ boys behind
You know them woods and they got nowhere to hide
Ride, ride, Rumbler, ride
Ride, ride, Rumbler, ride
Leave them good ol’ boys behind
You know them woods and they got nowhere to hide
Ride, ride, Rumbler, ride
