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Lyrics
[Verse]
In the shadow of the mountains, where the rivers bend and flow,
With the moon a-shinin' bright in the valley down below,
There's a rumble in the distance, a whisper in the pines,
It's the whine of an engine, and the clinking of the fines.
[Verse 2]
Old man Bill's a-loadin' up, his truck near the barn,
With jars of liquid lightning, brewed with all his charm.
Jimmy's got the wheel tonight, eyes as sharp as steel,
Gonna fly through them backroads, on that Kentucky wheel.
[Chorus]
Oh, they run that moonshine, under cover 'neath the trees,
With the law on their tail, movin' fast as a breeze,
In the heart of the night, with the stars as their guide,
They're the kings of the hills, and they take it all in stride.
[Verse 3]
The sheriff's out there waitin', with sirens and a plan,
But Jimmy knows those paths, like the back of his hand.
With a twist and a turn, they vanish from the sight,
Disappearing like phantoms into the dead of night.
[Verse 4]
In a cabin in the woods, they pull in for a rest,
Setting down the jars, they know they've done their best.
By the crackling fire, they raise a toast so high,
To the moonshine runners, livin' free 'neath the sky.
[Chorus]
Oh, they run that moonshine, under cover 'neath the trees,
With the law on their tail, movin' fast as a breeze,
In the heart of the night, with the stars as their guide,
They're the kings of the hills, and they take it all in stride.
Details
GeneratedJul 2, 2024
Duration4:00
Style
up-tempo country bluegrass
Credits
Prompt byA.I.Battleofthebands
ModelAria v3.5
Prompt
country western appalchian mountain bluegrass song about moonshine bootleggers running moonshine on the backroads of the kentucky mountains
