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.