Lyrics Hell On Wheels - The SteelDrivers

Hell On Wheels

She’s already running wild and she can’t even drive
She’s more like a shot of whiskey in her daddy’s eyes
They call her hell on wheels, here come hell on wheels
Daddy never could say no, momma rang her hands and cry
Hollerin' don’t do no good when she’s made up her mind
They call her hell on wheels, here come hell on wheels
Every boy in seven counties tryin' to track her down
She’s more famous for them shorts, who needs an old prom gown
She’s slipping out behind the house, barefootin' through the weeds
She’s halfway through to the honky-tonk, only the sheriff sees that little
Hell on wheels, here come hell on wheels
She’s got the whole First Baptist Church right down on their knees
It’ll take the Lord to save her cause the Devil’s got the lead
It won’t be no sweet sixteen the way these cards are stacked
You can pray all you want too, preacher, it’s too late for that
They call her hell on wheels, here come hell on wheels
Every boy in seven counties tryin' to track her down
She’s more famous for them shorts, who needs an old prom gown
She’s slipping out behind the house, barefootin' through the weeds
She’s halfway through to the honky-tonk, only the sheriff sees that little
Hell on wheels, here come hell on wheels
They call her hell on wheels, here come hell on wheels
That little hell on wheels
That little hell on wheels
That little hell on wheels