Moonshine Runner

Parked between those backwoods Florida trees

Leaned against her racecar, hair blowing in the breeze

No one knows her name

With her occupation, fame be dangerous

Preferred she drive at night

Without any reds or blues to give her a fright

Working for this operation ain't right but it pays for her vacation

Hidden in her trunk not from the shine of the sun but the moonlight

Her uncle had his days of fun living life on the run

Wearing brand new suits even though he came from poor roots

He always found a way of gettin' things he couldn't afford by doing things against the word of the Lord

Bitten by the same bug one day when she ran up and gave him a hug

His niece followed in his footsteps doing the same things that he loved

Gotta keep it a secret, Buddy

Hide it in the woods deep where it gets muddy

Run it under cover of the night

Sell it in the back of bars just before daylight

Back in the day her uncle used to do a little dirty if the keeper couldn't pay

But that was back in 1930

Now caught up with age it was time to turn another page

Handed her the keys to work the still hidden in the trees

With her racing performance he was very pleased

Paid handsome for his work he was proud of her use of torque

So everything was left to her in the will for helping him pay more than just his bills

And proud of herself for living more than a life in a shabby cabin in the grassy hills