Rum Runner from Self Titled by Forgotten Souls of Antiquity

so come on let's take a ride, keep that rifle by your side
we'll drive fast where life seems to take it slow
but once this car you climb inside, the law you don't abide
but the money rolls right in, don't you know?

that was our trade back in the days
of sober states and jazz's greats
with one foot in jail and the other six feet below
me and my family ran that shine
through 8 or 9 state lines
until the coppers gunned em down in ohio

all it took's a couple stills, now we're running from old bill
but nobody's got a lead foot like billy joe
all those chicago mobster types
saying our whiskey treats em right
as they're filling up our pockets full of gold

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well i guess that's how it goes everything good must come to a close
it happened down a dark and dusty road
those coppers ran us down, buried us 6 feet in the ground
and i'll never see my homeland again

• Rock
• cleveland
• company
• eleventh
• hour
• recording
• rum runner
• Cleveland