Now let me tell the story,
His daddy made the whiskey,
his son he drove the load
And when his engine roared
they called the highway Thunder
Sometimes in to Nashville,
The revenues they chased him
but they couldn't run him down
Each time they thought they had him,
his en gine would explode
And he'd go by like they were standing still
thunder over Thunder Road
and white lightning was his load
quenched the devil's thirst
The law they swore they'd get him,
but the devil got him first
On the 1st of April, 1954,
the federal man said word
he'd better make his run no more.
He said two hundred agents
Whichever road he tried to take,
they'd get him sure as clay.
Your tank is filled with hundred proof,
you're all wound up and gassed.
Now don't take any chances,
I'd rather have you back again
than all the mountain dune
thunder over Thunder Road
and white lightning was his load
quenched the devil's thirst
The law, they swore they'd get him,
but the devil got him further
Roarin' out of Harlem, reavin' up his mill
He shot the gap at Cumberland
and screamed by Maryville
With T -Man on his taillight
The mountain boy took rolls
that even angels feared to tread
Blazin' right through Knoxville,
Then right outside of Bearden,
there they made their fatal strike
He left the road at ninety, that's all
the devil got the moonshine
and the mountain bore that day
and white lightning was his glow
quenched the devil's thirst
The law they swore they'd get him,
but the devil got him first
The law, swore they'd get him,
but the devil got him first