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Now let me tell a story and I can tell it all
It's about a mountain boy who ran illegal alcohol
His daddy made the moonshine while he drove the load
And when his engine roared they called the highway Thunder Road
Sometimes into Asheville sometimes Memphis town
The revenuers chased him but they could not run him down
Just when they thought they had him his engine would explode
And he'd blow by while they were standing still on Thunder Road
And there was thunder thunder on that Thunder Road
Thunder was his engine white lightning was his load
There was moonshine moonshine quench the old devil's thirst
The G men swore they'd get him but the devil got him first
[ guitar ]
Roaring out of Harlan went the whippoorwill
HATA BİLDİR
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