Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blacktop, artist - Hogjaw.
Date of issue: 19.05.2010
Song language: English
Blacktop |
I left my home atta quarter past Two |
Sit up tall with a run to do |
Ten cases deep of corn liquor booze |
Ol' Cyrus showed up when he heard the news |
Said he wanted and he needs a run |
I didn’t mind he’s got a big shot gun |
Johnny Cash on the radio |
Hell everything’s right, we won’t be slow |
Cyrus says that he knows this dude |
They go way back, it’ll go down smooth |
Made a lot of runs then I said «we'll see» |
Then he cracked a smile 'n said «trust me» (yeah) |
Rollin' smoke up th' Georgia Blacktop |
Hear th' gears grind |
Full tank of gasoline |
Ten cases deep of Moonshine |
Gotta run, gotta move |
Gotta blow this town |
That Sheriff’s shotguns aiming, to take me down |
Now I’ve known Cyrus for just a few years |
And in that time we drank a few beers |
Never did me wrong, seemed a little cold |
But said trust me, cried his guilty soul |
We rolled in to the rendezvous |
He’s awful quiet as the deal went through |
We backed outta that parkin' lot |
I heard his hammer draw back |
Then his shaky drawl |
«I had to do it» ol' Cyrus said |
As he eased that gun barrel t’word my head |
He never seen it comin' 'fore he died |
A shotgun’s too long i gotta .45 (yeah) |
Rollin' smoke up th' Georgia Blacktop |
Hear th' gears grind |
Full tank of gasoline |
Ten cases deep of moonshine |
Gotta run, gotta move |
Gotta blow this town |
That Sheriff’s shotguns aiming, to take me down |
See them red & blue |
Through them trees |
Gotta get this charger up to speed |
Rolled Cyrus out he’s a bleedin' too much |
Grabbed a hand full 'o gears |
Slipped my foot off th' clutch |
Hit th' highway 'atta hundred n three |
It feels like the Devil’s ridin' with me |
Can’t stop and think o' good ol' times |
As the highway paint makes a solid line |
At least twelve rollers side by side |
Flashin' lights and bracket signs |
Roadblocks ahead will go for their guns |
But the windshield shatters an' my face goes numb (yeah) |
Rollin' smoke up th' Georgia Blacktop |
Hear th' gears grind |
Full tank of gasoline |
Ten cases deep, of Moonshine |
Ain’t goin home |
Oh no |
Gonna run outta luck |