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Work everyday trying to do whatâs right but man Iâm barely getting by
Come up with a plan try to beat the man, get ahead before I die
So I found me a deal on a rusty old steel in the backwoods of Tennessee
Im a rum runnin, boot legging, white lightening, outlaw
tryin to raise a family
Im down to my last dime, runnin out of time
Uncle Sam donât know it all, gotta feed the kids
Man damn the law, Lord knows its hard tryin to make that dollar
A few copper lines and some mason jars
Couple country boys with supped-up cars
Make you feel real good, its strong and kinda hard to swallar
That fire in the hollar
Ive worked these hands down to the bone for these bills that I cant pay
Dawn til dusk, dusk til dawn itâs non-stop everyday
Lord I aint been one to complain, Iâve always made it thru
But somethingâs gotta give, a mans gotta live
Gotta do what heâs gotta do
Iâm chewing my last straw, they push me way to far
Uncle Sam donât know it all, gotta feed the kids
Man damn the law, Lord knows its hard tryin to make that dollar
A few copper lines and some mason jars
Couple country boys with supped-up cars
Make you feel real good, its strong and kinda hard to swallar
That fire in the hollar
Im down to my last dime, runnin out of time
Uncle Sam donât know it all, gotta feed the kids
Man damn the law, Lord knows its hard tryin to make that dollar
A few copper lines and some mason jars
Couple country boys with supped-up cars
Make you feel real good, its strong and kinda hard to swallar
That fire in the hollar
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- Buck Sixx