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So man you think you wanna run whiskey
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Well roll with me but you better listen good and clear
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If you got a badge or a big mouth brother you ain't got no business here
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Fool, this here is moonshine still you can smell that whiskey burn
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This is how the big dogs run, boy you're ridin shotgun
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Buckle up and lets have some fun
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Ridin 95 down the highway, sideways, runnin from ol' John Law
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Booze in the boot, move it over Bo Duke make room for a real outlaw
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Duct tape on that license plate, a 6 gun in the dash
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Thunder in the hood, heaven from a still, lightning in a jar
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Brother I'm hell on wheels
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Just nine more miles until state line, we're on time, we lost Barney's blues
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So you can open your eyes, You're do'in fine in this dangerous part of what we do
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When we make that drop we're gonna pop a top, you got a lesson left to learn
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It ain't wine, don't sip it, make it bubble when you hit ita¢æ| let it burn baby burn
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Ridin 95 down the highway, sideways, runnin from ol' John Law
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Got the Booze in the boot, move it over Bo Duke make room for a real outlaw
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Duct tape on that license plate, a 6 gun in the dash
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Thunder in the hood, heaven from a still, lightning in a jar
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Ridin 95 down the highway, sideways, runnin from ol' John Law
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Got the Booze in the boot, move it over Bo Duke make room for a real outlaw
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Duct tape on that license plate, a 6 gun in the dash
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Thunder in the hood, heaven from a still, lightning in a jar
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Brother I'm hell on wheels
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I said I'm hell on wheelsa¢æ|
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Hell On Wheels
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Brantley Gilbert |