Ridin' 95 down the highway, sideways, runnin' from ol' John Law Thunder in the hood, heaven from a still, lightning in a jar Brother I'm hell on wheels Got the booze in the boot, move it over Bo Duke make room for a real outlaw Duct tape on that license

Ridin' 95 down the highway, sideways, runnin' from ol' John Law Thunder in the hood, heaven from a still, lightning in a jar Brother I'm hell on wheels Got the booze in the boot, move it over Bo Duke make room for a real outlaw Duct tape on that license

Tired of the runnin' Runnin' from the law Said I'm tired of the runnin' Baby you gotta believe me Baby ya gotta believe me I'm sittin' on my porch watchin the law As they ride past in their patrol cars So tell me why I feel the enemy They're supposed to

I'll be coming up when the sun goes down Rolling like a rock 'til I hit the ground Running from the law but I can't be found Only my God can track me down Oh we'll crash, crash, right down again London Bridge is falling down, falling down And if it don't

You're an outlaw You're an outlaw running from love If you tear her world apart you have no regrets If there's a key to your heart no one's found it yet You've been riding this horse a long time Why can't you find what you've been looking for? Always