Got a 69 Camaro with a Ram Jet 502
I could win the pole at Bristol, baby
But Im ridin round with you
Bored as hell we might as well
Burn this tank of gas
Cause if were goin nowhere, girl
Lets go nowhere fast
Like theres moonshine in the trunk
And blue lights on our tail
Like if we get caught theyre gonna haul us off to jail
Like were helpin out Uncle Jesse
Makin a midnight run
Lets drive tonight like this whole countys dry
And theres moonshine in the trunk
Well they say thats how the Duke boys
And NASCAR started out
They were haulin bootleg liquor
And look where they are now
Chances are I gotta Mason jar Rollin round in the back
That white lightnin's long gone
But it shouldnt be hard to act
Whoa, oh, oh
Lets pretend were runnin from the law
Whoa, oh, oh
Like were the Bonnie and Clyde of alcohol