Midnight run down a cold out roll
Cloud upon a shine on a flatbed board
The headlights off and the coast is clear
Grab that wheel on the go to fear
Oh midnight run
Well there might be trouble if anybody's got a gun
Oh sad county line
Pour fifty more case of white wine and apple moonshine
Fight for love fight for life
Fight for money with the edge of a knife
Rule the fear and rule the night
Rule the moon and then all is fine
Bullets fire through my daddy's door
Now you know my dad you didn't want this war
But if you're looking for trouble you're in the right place 'cause the black wood boys will spit in your face
Oh the midnight run
Well there might be trouble if anybody's got a gun
Oh sad county line
I've got fifty more cases of white wine and apple moonshine
