Midnight run down a cold dark road
A load of moonshine on a flatbed Ford
The headlights off and the coast is clear
Grab that wheel, let go the fear
On a midnight run
Well there might be trouble 'cause everybody's got a gun
Cross that county line
With fifty more cases of white-lightning apple moonshine
Fight for love, fight for life
Fight for money with the edge of a knife
Rule your fear and rule the night
Rule the road in a lawless fight
Bullets flying through my daddy's door
Now you know my daddy didn't want this war
But if they're looking for trouble, they're in the right place
'Cause them backwood boys will spit in your face
On a midnight run
Well there might be trouble 'cause everybody's got a gun
Cross that county line
With fifty more cases of white-lightning apple moonshine
A load of moonshine on a flatbed Ford
The headlights off and the coast is clear
Grab that wheel, let go the fear
On a midnight run
Well there might be trouble 'cause everybody's got a gun
Cross that county line
With fifty more cases of white-lightning apple moonshine
Fight for love, fight for life
Fight for money with the edge of a knife
Rule your fear and rule the night
Rule the road in a lawless fight
Bullets flying through my daddy's door
Now you know my daddy didn't want this war
But if they're looking for trouble, they're in the right place
'Cause them backwood boys will spit in your face
On a midnight run
Well there might be trouble 'cause everybody's got a gun
Cross that county line
With fifty more cases of white-lightning apple moonshine
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