Driven By Demons - Bob Wayne

I GOT FIFTY DOLLARS AND A TIN STRIP

ON MY WAY BACK FROM PANAMA CITY

I’VE GOT HALF A PINT OF MOONSHINE

THAT I GOT FROM TENNESSEE

NOW I’M RAMBLING DOWN THAT HIGHWAY

RED AND BLUE LIGHTS IS ALL I SEE

BUT THAT DON’T MATTER

THEY’LL NEVER CATCH ME

I GOT DEMONS DRIVING ME

SO BE DRIVEN (BE DRIVEN)

BY DEMONS (BY DEMONS)

DEMONS TELL ME WHERE TO GO

BE DRIVEN (BE DRIVEN)

BY DEMONS (BY DEMONS)

DEMONS PLEASE DRIVE ME HOME

NOW THOSE COPS ARE SHOOTING AT ME

SHIT MY REAR WINDOW JUST GOT BROKE

AND NOW I’M SWEATING BULLETS

BROTHER THAT AIN’T NO F’EN JOKE

I GOT MY FOOT HARD ON THE PEDAL

AND THERE’S METAL GRINDING GEARS

THANK GOD THOSE DEMONS ARE DRIVING

OR I’D BE LOOKING AT 10 LONG YEARS

GOD DAMN THERE GOES THE REAR TIRE

AND THERE’S SPARKS ALL SHOOTING OUT

AND I CAN’T HELP BUT WONDER WHAT THEM

DEMONS PLAN ON DOING NOW

SEE IF I GET CAUGHT BY THE POLICE

IN THIS HERE 47 CHEVY COUPE

I’LL WIND UP IN THE POKEY

CHUGGING DOWN BOLOGNA SOUP

SO BE DRIVEN (BE DRIVEN)

BY DEMONS (BY DEMONS)

DEMONS TELL ME WHERE TO GO

BE DRIVEN (BE DRIVEN)

BY DEMONS (BY DEMONS)

DEMONS PLEASE DRIVE ME HOME

WELL THAT AIN’T THE WAY HOME DEMONS

THAT LOOKS LIKE THE NASHVILLE POLICE DEPARTMENT

HOW COME I’M IN HANDCUFFS