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