Hell On Wheels

Brantley Gilbert

Compositor: Brantley Gilbert / Mike Dekle

Come On!

So man you think you wanna run whiskey
Well roll with me, hoss you better listen good and clear
If you got a badge or a big mouth brother
You ain't got no business here

Boy, this here is the moonshine still
Can't you 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
I 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

Just nine more miles until the state line
We're on time, and we lost Barney's blues
So you can open your eyes
You done 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

We'll be Ridin 95 down the highway, sideways, runnin from ol' John Law
I 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, yeah!

I said I'm hell on wheels

Ridin 95 down the highway, sideways, runnin from ol' John Law
I 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
I 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'm hell on wheels

Brother I'm hell on Wheels!