Backwoods run

Daddy ran shine through the Tennessee pines,

Granddaddy did the same in "39.

Copper coils hissin", firelight glow,

Makin’ damn sure that the law don’t know.

I was twelve years old when I learned the trade,

How to hide the stash and where the traps were laid.

But times got hard, the game got mean,

So I took it up a notch with amphetamines.

Now I’m runnin’ through the holler with the trunk weighed down,

Black smoke rollin’ as I hit that town.

DEA’s knockin’, but they’re too damn slow,

By the time they get there, man, I’m long gone ghost.

Got a girl down south, she’s a real firebrand,

Keeps a .45 tucked in the palm of her hand.

She don’t ask questions, she just rides,

With the money in the dash and a knife on her side.

One step ahead but my luck runs thin,

Feds on my back, I can feel ‘em close in.

Ain"t gonna rot in no jailhouse cell,

So I slam that pedal and I ride like hell.

Now I’m runnin’ through the holler with the trunk weighed down,

Black smoke rollin’ as I hit that town.

DEA’s knockin’, but they’re too damn slow,

By the time they get there, man, I’m long gone ghost.

Daddy ran shine, but times done changed,

Now it’s black market money and a different game.

Ain’t no peace for a man like me,

So I fade in the night where they’ll never see.