Four in the morning

Hitting the road

Foot to the floor

Got a maximum load

Drinkin' that whisky

Taking a swill

Gun on the dashboard

Knife on the grill

Looking for trouble

Keepin a date

Revving that chevy don't want to be late

Drinkin That Whisky

Having' a fight

Damned fine moonshine

Saturday night

Lights in the mirror

The siren wails

Go down into third

There's a cop on his tail

Temperature rising

His fever his high

Tightens his buckle

Ready to race

Shoot out his tyres

Knock out his lights

Damned fine moonshine

Saturday night

Well down to the wire

End of the line

The bridge was out

And so was the sign

Fender to fender

Up to the ledge

Both cars screamed right over the edge

Moonshine only thing to survive

Drinking that whisky

Having a fight

Damned fine moonshine Saturday night

Damned fine moonshine Saturday night

Damned fine moonshine Saturday night

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