Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Renegade Rides Again, artist - Moonshine Bandits. Album song Baptized in Bourbon, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.01.2017
Record label: Average Joes Entertainment, Backroad
Song language: English
Renegade Rides Again |
So there he goes, the renegade rides again |
God knows he tried to fight it but sometimes the Devil wins |
And yeah he knows it ain’t about |
The life he’s living catches up to him |
Still the renegade rides again |
Truck rolls up, who can it be |
He’s in a blacked out fresh Ford 350 |
He rolled down the window, he inhaled the night |
Glanced in the mirror and he saw blue lights |
Sheriff pulled him over, had his plates unmarked |
Said his tires too big and his tint too dark |
His kickers too loud but that cop’s too old |
'Cause he didn’t see the pistol hidden in his console |
thumb in wind |
Hitchhike six miles through the Red Roof Inn |
Drinking bourbon with the locals in a mountain bar |
Old wooden shuffleboard, old Lincoln Town Car |
Windows rolled down, big clouds of smoke |
He never look back up a one lane road |
He’s a drifter, he’s a gypsy, he’s a renegade |
Only thing he regrets is a risk he don’t take |
So there he goes, the renegade rides again |
God knows he tried to fight it but sometimes the Devil wins |
And yeah he knows it ain’t about |
The life he’s living catches up to him |
Still the renegade rides again |
renegade rolling to the next town |
Lord on his shoulders, he’s don’t wanna die a letdown |
He gon' see the grave 'fore he ever take a step down |
He gon' pick a pride 'fore he ever lay his head down |
He’s dad told him, «Boy, you better go get paid» |
And his mama said, «Son, you were the hell I raised» |
His old lady told him that it’s time to slow down |
'Cause his kids are at home and they want him back around |
Ain’t too many stars but a few on his hands |
Ain’t too many bars that he hasn’t be banned |
It’s a love hate story of the life he lead |
Looked him dead in the eyes and this is what he said |
«I'ma rolling stoned, I live for the road |
A gust in the wind, a desperado |
I know it’s hard to swallow |
'Cause the line I walk is hard to follow» |
So there he goes, the renegade rides again |
God knows he tried to fight it but sometimes the Devil wins |
And yeah he knows it ain’t about |
The life he’s living catches up to him |
Still the renegade rides again |
There he goes, the renegade rides again |
God knows he tried to fight it but sometimes the Devil wins |
And yeah he knows it ain’t about |
The life he’s living catches up to him |
Still the renegade rides again |