Fast as white lightning and eat my dust*

Somewhere tucked in the woods of Tennessee

Moonrakers making the goods getting lucky

Blended in the trees no one can see

100% proof alcohol, white lighting whiskey

Stilling it and bottling it and put it mason jars

The good ol' boys come to put them behind bars

But they have to catch these distillers first

Before it gets better, its gonna get worst

So they take their stock and make a haul

Smokie awaiting close by and get the call

A moonshiner darts out in a 1940 Ford

Chase is on now, this strikes up a cord

OK here we go down the bumpy roads

Luckily our car is beefed up with its load

No smokie can catch this one you see

Eat my dust boy, cuz now I am free

Gone is this moonshiner, no jail time today

He put it down in overdrive, all blew outta his way

Smokie thought he had him in his sights straight ahead

But instead the ol' man left him in the dust just scratchin' his head

Dom*Colucci © 2013