Got a 69 Camaro with a Ram Jet 502

I could win the pole at Bristol, baby

But Im ridin round with you

Bored as hell we might as well

Burn this tank of gas

Cause if were goin nowhere, girl

Lets go nowhere fast


Like theres moonshine in the trunk

And blue lights on our tail

Like if we get caught theyre gonna haul us off to jail

Like were helpin out Uncle Jesse

Makin a midnight run

Lets drive tonight like this whole countys dry

And theres moonshine in the trunk


Well they say thats how the Duke boys

And NASCAR started out

They were haulin bootleg liquor

And look where they are now

Chances are I gotta Mason jar Rollin round in the back

That white lightnin's long gone

But it shouldnt be hard to act


Whoa, oh, oh

Lets pretend were runnin from the law

Whoa, oh, oh

Like were the Bonnie and Clyde of alcohol