Rumbler - Black Lips

Bobby Earl awoke at dawn

He put his huntin' britches on

He could smell trouble like a dog, he was on their tail

He was after tax stamp dodgers

Moonshiners and illegal loggers

Pot-smokin' hippies and draft dodgers to prove

RC crossfire vehicle driver

Killed to live, a well-trained survivor

Momma called him Bobby but Rumbler was his name

Ride, ride, Rumbler, ride

Leave them good ol' boys behind

You know them woods and they got nowhere to hide

Ride, ride, Rumbler, ride

Chasin' moonshine boys through the piney woods

Up in Georgia searchin' for illegal goods

The growl of his engine was his battle-cry

He crashed sixteen trucks in hot pursuit

But in the end he got the loot

Ain’t a man alive that can say that he got away

But federal agents had enough

Of that rascal Rumbler and his pick up trucks

Kicked him out and took his badge away

Ride, ride, Rumbler, ride

Leave them good ol' boys behind

You know them woods and they got nowhere to hide

Ride, ride, Rumbler, ride

Poor old Rumbler was awful sad

About losin' all he ever had

Little did he know that his luck was about to change

See, there was a guy that he used to know

Runnin' with a unit called G.I.

Joe

Asked him if he’d join them on the road

Rumbler flashed a guilish smile

You could hear his laugh for fifty miles

Hit the clutch, and he was on his way

Ride, ride, Rumbler, ride

Leave them good ol' boys behind

You know them woods and they got nowhere to hide

Ride, ride, Rumbler, ride

Ride, ride, Rumbler, ride

Leave them good ol' boys behind

You know them woods and they got nowhere to hide

Ride, ride, Rumbler, ride