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"Runnin' Moonshine In A Big Limosine"
By:
The Great!
Texas-Tonker!
Marshall J. Wright!
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Rolling Down The Highway In
A Big Limosine, We're A-Runnin' On Time, And I'm Feelin' Mighty Mean!
Rolling Out Of Georgia On A Saturday
Night, A Drinkin' White Lightin', Ole' George Jones On The Stereo, A-Runnin' Moonshine Neath The Pale Moonlight.
We
Topped The Hill Just Out Of Macon A'-Doing 95, I Told The Preacher, Bud, Were Gonna Be Allright, I Put The Peddle To The Floor,
The Limo, Jumped Into Over-Drive.
A Rolling Outta Georgia In A Big Limosine, A'-Drinkin' White Lightlin',
And A Feelin' Mighty Mean!
Hey Preacher-Man Hold On Tight, He Looked Real Pale, And Started To Cry, Then Screamed, And
Shouted Out Loud, I'm Feelin' So Alive!
A' Rollin' Out Of Georgia In A Big Limosine, A' Drinkin' White Lightlin',
And Feelin' Mighty Mean!
We Hit Atlanta, Bout' Half Past Four, A-Doin' 95 Past Them Ole' Church Doors, The Family At
The Funeral Parlor Feelin' Mighty Low, The Funeral Parlor Man Said I'll Have One More!
A'-Rollin' Out
Of Georgia, In A Big Limosine, A' Drinkin' White Lightlin' And A' Feelin' Mighty Mean!
At The Diner, A'
Drinkin' Coffee, Was The Coffin-Maker, And The Highway Patrol, They Both Yelled Ya'll Are Going Too Slow, If Ya'll Are A'
Gonna Run Shine Outta' Georgia, Ya Gotta Do A Hundred Or More, Down Bout' The Bama Line, Just Up The Road Is Ole' Tomb-Stone
City, Ya'll Go Ahead,...Just Go!!
Yup' A'Runnin' Shine In A Big Limosine, A' Drinkin' White Lightlin',
and A Feelin' Mighty Mean, Yea, Runnin' Shine Outta Georgia!
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