You got time for one more?
Let me tell you a story I can tell it all
His daddy made the whiskey
The revenuers chased him,
but they couldn't lump him down
Each time they thought they had him,
thunder over Thunder Road
he punched the devil's thirst
The lobby swore they'd get him,
but the devil got him first
On the 1st of April, 1954,
Well, he better make his run no more.
He sent 200 agents recovering
Whichever road he tried to take,
they'd give him sure as fate.
Now, son, his daddy told him,
The tank is filled with hundred proof,
and you're all tuned up and gassed.
Now, don't take any chances
if you can't get through.
I'd rather have him home again
than all that mountain dew
thunder over thunder road
and wildlife was his lord
quenched the devil's thirst
The lovers swore to get him
but the devil got him first
Right outside of Bearden there,
they made the fiddle strike
He left the road at ninety,
that's all there is to say
The devil took the moonshine
and them out before that day
thunder over Thunder Road
quenched the devil's thirst
All this wounded giddyum,
but the devil got him first
All this wounded bidding,
but the devil got him first