Текст песни Hell On Wheels (Original Version) - Brantley Gilbert

Come on!

So man you think you wanna run whiskey
Well roll with me, hoss you better listen good and clear
An' if you got a badge you a big mouth brother
You ain't got no business here
Boy, this here is a moonshine still
Can't you smell that whiskey burn?
This is how the big dogs run, boy you ridin' shotgun
Buckle up and lets have some fun

Ridin' 95 down the highway, sideways, runnin' from ol' John Law
I got the booze in the boot, move it over
Bo Duke make room for a real outlaw, oh
Duct tape on that license plate, a six' gun in the dash
There's thunder in the hood, heaven from a still, lightnin' in a jar
Brother I'm hell on wheels
Said I'm hell on wheels

Just nine more miles until the state line, we're on time
An' we lost Barney's blues
So you can open your eyes, you're doin' fine
And danger's part of what we do
When we make that drop we're gonna pop a top
You got a lesson left to learn
It ain't wine, don't sip it, make it bubble when you hit it
Let it burn baby burn

Ridin' 95 down the highway, sideways, runnin' from ol' John Law
I got the booze in the boot, move it over
Bo Duke make room for a real outlaw, oh
Duct tape on that license plate, a six' gun in the dash
There's thunder in the hood, heaven from a still, lightnin' in a jar
Brother I'm hell on wheels, yeah
I said I'm hell on wheels

Ridin' 95 down the highway, sideways, runnin' from ol' John Law
I got the booze in the boot, move it over
Bo Duke make room for a real outlaw, oh
Duct tape on that license plate, a six' gun in the dash
There's thunder in the hood, heaven from a still, lightnin' in a jar

Ridin' 95 down the highway, sideways, runnin' from ol' John Law
I got the booze in the boot, move it over
Bo Duke make room for a real outlaw, oh
Duct tape on that license plate, a six' gun in the dash
There's thunder in the hood, heaven from a still, lightnin' in a jar
Brother I'm hell on wheels
You think you ready, boy?
I said I'm hell on wheels, yeah
Brother I'm hell on wheels