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I got my tires...
n' they're rollin' round and round...
feels like they's on fire
just' a burnin' up the ground...

I'm haulin' ole' white lightnin'....
to the boys, they need it bad,
whoops n' hollers greet my sightin'
that moonshine thirst it drives 'em mad..

Well, that's how I do it...
make my livin' doncha know....
solving po' folks problems...
Oh how they love to tilt n' throw-
it's golden love in masons,
blindin' them to their woes-
their women all get purty..
that old corn sure starts the show...
that old corn sure starts the show......

Now I hear the law's a comin'....
wanna take my life from me..
Well, you can bet I'm sayin sump-in..
An' I don't think they'll agree....

Nathan burst in one mornin'
n' shook me clean from my sleep...
the new day was a bornin'
He yelled “We're in trouble steep!”

My dream didn't need disturbin..
Sue didn't stop my hand....
I only had one more button,
till I was in the promised land.

Well, that's how I do it...
make my livin' doncha know....
solving po' folks problems...
Oh how they love to tilt n' throw-
it's golden love in masons,
blindin' them to their woes-
the women all get purty..
that old corn sure starts the show...
that old corn sure starts the show......

Well, this troubles been a brewin'
even bigger than my still...
I'm the wrong man to be screwin'
and now I've had my fill....

I grabbed my pappy's scatter
and I head out the door...
reckon's time to splatter
some yeller lawmen on the floor...

My tires, they was blistered
just a tearin' up the road
but those badges was a waitin',
it's almost like they knowed.

Five cars fell in behind me...
there was six just up ahead...
I grinned an' gunned that motor..
an' I pushed her to the floor....
now here it comes a flyin'
sailin' hard like rain of lead..
The last thing they heard
was me a yellin'
I'm gonna live before I'm dead.....
gonna live before I'm dead......

Well, that's how I did it...
made my livin' doncha know....
solving po' folks problems...
Oh how they love to tilt n' throw-
it's golden love in masons,
blindin' them to their woes-
the women all get purty..
that old corn sure starts the show...
that old corn sure starts the show......

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