Hell On Wheels - Brantley Gilbert

So man you think you wanna run whiskey

Well roll with me but you better listen good and clear

If you got a badge or a big mouth brother you ain’t got no business here

Fool, this here is moonshine still you can smell that whiskey burn

This is how the big dogs run, boy you’re ridin shotgun

Buckle up and lets have some fun

Ridin 95 down the highway, sideways, runnin from ol' John Law

Booze in the boot, move it over Bo Duke make room for a real outlaw

Duct tape on that license plate, a 6 gun in the dash

Thunder in the hood, heaven from a still, lightning in a jar

Brother I’m hell on wheels

Just nine more miles until state line, we’re on time, we lost Barney’s blues

So you can open your eyes, You’re do’in fine in this dangerous 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

Got the Booze in the boot, move it over Bo Duke make room for a real outlaw

Duct tape on that license plate, a 6 gun in the dash

Thunder in the hood, heaven from a still, lightning in a jar

Ridin 95 down the highway, sideways, runnin from ol' John Law

Got the Booze in the boot, move it over Bo Duke make room for a real outlaw

Duct tape on that license plate, a 6 gun in the dash

Thunder in the hood, heaven from a still, lightning in a jar

Brother I’m hell on wheels

I said I’m hell on wheels…