Текст песни Driven By Demons - Bob Wayne

I got 50 dollars and a tin strip on my way back from Panama City
I've got half a pint of moonshine that I got from Tennessee
Now I'm rambling down that highway, red and blue lights is all I see
But that don't matter, they'll never catch me, I got demons driving me

So be driven (be driven) by demons (by demons)
Demons, tell me where to go
So be driven (be driven) by demons (by demons)
Demons, please drive me home

Now those cops are shooting at me, shit my rear window just got broke
And now I'm sweating bullets, brother that ain't no fuckin' joke
I got my foot hard on the pedal and there's metal grinding gears
Thank God those demons are driving, or I'd be looking at ten long years

So be driven (be driven) by demons (by demons)
Demons, tell me where to go
So be driven (be driven) by demons (by demons)
Demons, please drive me home

Goddamn, there goes the rear tire and there's sparks all shooting out
And I can't help but wonder what them demons plan on doing now
See if I get caught by the police in this here 47 Chevy Coupe
I'll wind up in the pokey chugging down bologna soup

So be driven (be driven) by demons (by demons)
Demons, tell me where to go
So be driven (be driven) by demons (by demons)
Demons, please drive me home

Well, that ain't the way home, demons
Shit, that looks like the Nashville Police Department
How come I'm in handcuffs
(You have the right to remain silent, sir)

So be driven (be driven) by demons (by demons)
Demons, tell me where to go
So be driven (be driven) by demons (by demons)
Demons, please drive me home