Hell On Wheels - The SteelDrivers

She’s already running wild and she can’t even drive

She’s more like a shot of whiskey in her daddy’s eyes

They call her hell on wheels, here come hell on wheels

Daddy never could say no, momma rang her hands and cry

Hollerin' don’t do no good when she’s made up her mind

They call her hell on wheels, here come hell on wheels

Every boy in seven counties tryin' to track her down

She’s more famous for them shorts, who needs an old prom gown

She’s slipping out behind the house, barefootin' through the weeds

She’s halfway through to the honky-tonk, only the sheriff sees that little

Hell on wheels, here come hell on wheels

She’s got the whole First Baptist Church right down on their knees

It’ll take the Lord to save her cause the Devil’s got the lead

It won’t be no sweet sixteen the way these cards are stacked

You can pray all you want too, preacher, it’s too late for that

They call her hell on wheels, here come hell on wheels

Every boy in seven counties tryin' to track her down

She’s more famous for them shorts, who needs an old prom gown

She’s slipping out behind the house, barefootin' through the weeds

She’s halfway through to the honky-tonk, only the sheriff sees that little

Hell on wheels, here come hell on wheels

They call her hell on wheels, here come hell on wheels

That little hell on wheels

That little hell on wheels

That little hell on wheels