Now let me tell a story and I can tell it all
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It's about a mountain boy who ran illegal alcohol
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His daddy made the moonshine while he drove the load
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And when his engine roared they called the highway Thunder Road
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Sometimes into Asheville sometimes Memphis town
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The revenuers chased him but they could not run him down
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Just when they thought they had him his engine would explode
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And he'd blow by while they were standing still on Thunder Road
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And there was thunder thunder on that Thunder Road
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Thunder was his engine white lightning was his load
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There was moonshine moonshine quench the old devil's thirst
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The G men swore they'd get him but the devil got him first
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Roaring out of Harlan went the whippoorwill
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He shot the gap at Cumberland and screamed through Maynardsville
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With G men oh his taillights and roadblocks up ahead
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That mountain boy took roads that even angels fear to thread
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Blazin' right through knoxville on down Kingston Pike
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It was just outside of Bearden where they made that fatal strike
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He left the road at ninety that's all there is to tell
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The devil sent the moonshine and the driver straight to hell
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And there was thunder thunder...
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Yeah the G men swore they'd get him but the devil got him first
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Ballad Of Thunder Road
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Mark Collie |