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On The Run (Feat. Durwood Black)You can find me on the run, half tore upFull bottle in the hand, no glass, no cup Flip on the jam, full pedal in the truck Screaming, "Catch me if you can", I'm a rebel, so what? find me on the run, half tore up Full bottle in the hand, no glass, no cup Flip on the jam, full pedal in the truck Screaming, "Catch me if you can", I'm a rebel, so what? Let's go! Dirt devil on the back road, white lightning earthquake shaking, tumbleweed flying Rubba come a Hummer got the rattlers sliding Pedal to the metal every time I'm riding flag-toting, finger-waving SOB If you don't like David Coe then you won't like me I keep my sleeves cut off so you can read my ink And they try to cut me off every time I drink Tailgate rusty, dirt road dusty dive bar queen riding shotgun, loves me Blue lights flashing and it probably was me If he thinks he can catch me, tell him come and cuff me You can find me on the run, half tore up Full bottle in the hand, no glass, no cup Flip on the jam, full pedal in the truck Screaming, "Catch me if you can", I'm a rebel, so what? find me on the run, half tore up Full bottle in the hand, no glass, no cup Flip on the jam, full pedal in the truck Screaming, "Catch me if you can", I'm a rebel, so what? Ride the lightning across the valley skies I know that I was born with crazy in my eyes There's a million of you like me living the way we do And that fire's burning deep inside, we got nothing to lose Now they wanna lock me up and throw away the key And they're trying to do anything to do away with me 'Shine in my veins, thunder in my blood Nothing has changed, still living on the run You can find me on the run, half tore up Full bottle in the hand, no glass, no cup Flip on the jam, full pedal in the truck Screaming, "Catch me if you can", I'm a rebel, so what? find me on the run, half tore up Full bottle in the hand, no glass, no cup Flip on the jam, full pedal in the truck Screaming, "Catch me if you can", I'm a rebel, so what? Bullet holes on the stop sign, I'm gone Sheriff laying low like a duck in a pond His radar clocking me but y'all can't stop me You got me on the run but you're never gonna pop me S.P.G. Valley Bar and Grill Couple Chevy's and a Dodge by the Harley on the hill I'll be laying low like grandpa's still Middle fingers in the air, no hands on the wheel Full throttle to the back, let the smoke stack blow Gravel at your window if you're riding too close Ever since I woke up I've been half tore up I'm a rebel raisin hell, I don't care, so what? You can find me on the run, half tore up Full bottle in the hand, no glass, no cup Flip on the jam, full pedal in the truck Screaming, "Catch me if you can", I'm a rebel, so what? find me on the run, half tore up Full bottle in the hand, no glass, no cup Flip on the jam, full pedal in the truck Screaming, "Catch me if you can", I'm a rebel, so what? |