Cranford & Sons — Highway 17 lyrics

Lyrics

I got a big old case of moonshine and a quarter pound of green
I just tore out of Charleston and I’m rolling down 17
I’m riding with my lady she’s a Thompson submachine
She’s loyal as a coon dog but she’s mother fucking mean
I got a lot of open road with nowhere to go
Gonna point her south and let the dust settle slow
I got a lot of open road with nowhere to go
Gonna point her south and let the dust settle slow
I’m heading down to Georgia then out to Alabam
Followed by some boys in suits who work for Uncle Sam
Cause I’m a rambling outlaw, the meanest you ever seen
I’m tearing out of Charleston and I’m rolling down 17
I got a lot of open road with nowhere to go
Gonna point her south and let the dust settle slow
I got a lot of open road with nowhere to go
Gonna point her south and let the dust settle slow
I’m heading down to Georgia then out to Alabam
Followed by some boys in suits who work for Uncle Sam
Cause I’m a rambling outlaw, the meanest you ever seen
I’m riding with my lady she’s a Thompson submachine