White Lightning

Well burning the rubber on my back tires Gas is low and my engine's crying I gotta keep moving on down the road The highwayman is trying to get my load White lightning White lightning White lightning White lightning I'm weaving the road down by Kenneth's place Another turn around the way Moon is rising up above the trees And I'm a-ride me shine up to my knees White lightning White lightning White lightning White lightning Well my partner said a gun ain't shine's no good You can call it by the law that's all for you That moonshine's running through my veins It's in my heart and it's in my brain, yeah White lightning White lightning White lightning White lightning