Lyrics Moonshine Bandits – On The Run
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You can find me on the run, half tore up
Full bottle in the hand, no glass, no cup
Flip on the jam, full pedal in the truck
Screaming, «Catch me if you can», I’m a rebel, so what?
Full bottle in the hand, no glass, no cup
Flip on the jam, full pedal in the truck
Screaming, «Catch me if you can», I’m a rebel, so what?
Let’s go!
Dirt devil on the back road, white lightning
earthquake shaking, tumbleweed flying
Rubba come a Hummer got the rattlers sliding
Pedal to the metal every time I’m riding
flag-toting, finger-waving SOB
If you don’t like David Coe then you won’t like me
I keep my sleeves cut off so you can read my ink
And they try to cut me off every time I drink
Tailgate rusty, dirt road dusty
dive bar queen riding shotgun, loves me
Blue lights flashing and it probably was me
If he thinks he can catch me, tell him come and cuff me
You can find me on the run, half tore up
Full bottle in the hand, no glass, no cup
Flip on the jam, full pedal in the truck
Screaming, «Catch me if you can», I’m a rebel, so what?
find me on the run, half tore up
Full bottle in the hand, no glass, no cup
Flip on the jam, full pedal in the truck
Screaming, «Catch me if you can», I’m a rebel, so what?
Ride the lightning across the valley skies
There’s a million of you like me living the way we do
And that fire’s burning deep inside, we got nothing to lose
Now they wanna lock me up and throw away the key
And they’re trying to do anything to do away with me
‘Shine in my veins, thunder in my blood
Nothing has changed, still living on the run
You can find me on the run, half tore up
Full bottle in the hand, no glass, no cup
Flip on the jam, full pedal in the truck
Screaming, «Catch me if you can», I’m a rebel, so what?
find me on the run, half tore up
Full bottle in the hand, no glass, no cup
Flip on the jam, full pedal in the truck
Screaming, «Catch me if you can», I’m a rebel, so what?
Bullet holes on the stop sign, I’m gone
Sheriff laying low like a duck in a pond
His radar clocking me but y’all can’t stop me
You got me on the run but you’re never gonna pop me
S.P.G. Valley Bar and Grill
Couple Chevy’s and a Dodge by the Harley on the hill
I’ll be laying low like grandpa’s still
Middle fingers in the air, no hands on the wheel
Full throttle to the back, let the smoke stack blow
Gravel at your window if you’re riding too close
Ever since I woke up I’ve been half tore up
I’m a rebel raisin hell, I don’t care, so what?
You can find me on the run, half tore up
Full bottle in the hand, no glass, no cup
Flip on the jam, full pedal in the truck
Screaming, «Catch me if you can», I’m a rebel, so what?
find me on the run, half tore up
Full bottle in the hand, no glass, no cup
Flip on the jam, full pedal in the truck
Screaming, «Catch me if you can», I’m a rebel, so what?
Album
Moonshine Bandits – Calicountry
