Description

One-Stop, Bluegrass, Medium tempo, Country, nostalgic, Southern, rural, old timey, upbeat, energetic, fun, quirky, playful, Male vocals, acoustic guitar, mandolin, upright bass, percussion, Charleston, South Carolina, United States

Lyrics

Well he built it real light and a whole lot quicker For running moonshine and bootleg liquor In the hills of Virginia, nineteen-twenty-three And he never not once thought he might get caught He never had trouble out-running the law A motorhead’s delight and a moonshiner’s dream Zero to Sixty Faster than any lawman could blink his eyes Zero to Sixty Gone in a cloud of dust ‘fore you could say goodbye Now he’s running liquor all around Thomasville And he’s running out of gas so he stopped to fill The Sheriff comes up says “Boy I’m watching you” And the moonshiner said “Sheriff, you could have me, That is now son, if you could catch me I’m the baddest, the fastest, the meanest racing fool” Zero to Sixty Faster than any lawman could blink his eye Zero to Sixty Gone in a cloud of dust ‘fore you could say goodbye Well the Sheriff stood up said “Boys I’ve had it, I’m gonna get up, get out, go stop this racket. I’m going to the shop, get me a new set of wheels” “I’ll have more horsepower than a stable in Kentucky The world ain’t never known a man so lucky He could outrun my new souped up automobile” Zero to Sixty Faster than any outlaw running moonshine Zero to Sixty Gone in cloud of dust ‘fore you could say goodbye So here they come down Highway Nine You’ve got the moonshiner running with the Sheriff behind Swerving and curving and speeding as fast as they go They dodge and bob through the oncoming traffic But the Sheriffs getting tired and he starts to panic He pulled his pistol, boy he let her go Zero to Sixty Faster than any outlaw running moonshine Zero to Sixty Gone in a cloud of dust ‘fore you could say goodbye When the Sheriff started shooting, moonshiner hit the gas He was coming ‘round the curve but he took it too fast His wheels started spinning and smoking as he lost control Around that curve the Sheriff came flying He hit the moonshiner, well they both started sliding Through the guardrail and down the mountain they rolled Zero to Sixty Faster than two old fools down a mountain side Zero to Sixty Gone in a cloud of dust ‘fore you could say goodbye They was gone in a cloud of dust ‘for you could say goodbye