Midnight Run

Midnight run down a cold dark road A load of moonshine on a flatbed Ford The headlights off and the coast is clear Grab that wheel, let go the fear On a midnight run Well there might be trouble 'cause everybody's got a gun Cross that county line With fifty more cases of white-lightning apple moonshine Fight for love, fight for life Fight for money with the edge of a knife Rule your fear and rule the night Rule the road in a lawless fight Bullets flying through my daddy's door Now you know my daddy didn't want this war But if they're looking for trouble, they're in the right place 'Cause them backwood boys will spit in your face On a midnight run Well there might be trouble 'cause everybody's got a gun Cross that county line With fifty more cases of white-lightning apple moonshine