Midnight run down a cold out roll,
Cloud upon a shine on a flatbed board
The headlights off and the coast is clear,
Grab that wheel on the go to fear.
Oh, midnight run.
Well, there might be trouble if anybody's got a gun
Oh, sad county line
Pour fifty more case of white wine and apple moonshine.
Fight for love, fight for life,
Fight for money with the edge of a knife
Rule the fear and rule the night,
Rule the moon and then all is fine.
Bullets fire through my daddy's door
Now you know my dad, you didn't want this war.
But if you're looking for trouble you're in the right place
'cause the black wood boys will spit in your face.
Oh, the midnight run.
Well, there might be trouble if anybody's got a gun
Oh, sad county line
I've got fifty more cases of white wine and apple moonshine.
Willie Nelson - Midnight Run Lyrics
Willie Nelson - Midnight Run Lyrics
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Midnight run down a cold out roll,
Cloud upon a shine on a flatbed board
The headlights off and the coast is clear,
Grab that wheel on the go to fear.
Oh, midnight run.
Well, there might be trouble if anybody's got a gun
Oh, sad county line
Pour fifty more case of white wine and apple moonshine.
Fight for love, fight for life,
Fight for money with the edge of a knife
Rule the fear and rule the night,
Rule the moon and then all is fine.
Bullets fire through my daddy's door
Now you know my dad, you didn't want this war.
But if you're looking for trouble you're in the right place
'cause the black wood boys will spit in your face.
Oh, the midnight run.
Well, there might be trouble if anybody's got a gun
Oh, sad county line
I've got fifty more cases of white wine and apple moonshine.
Cloud upon a shine on a flatbed board
The headlights off and the coast is clear,
Grab that wheel on the go to fear.
Oh, midnight run.
Well, there might be trouble if anybody's got a gun
Oh, sad county line
Pour fifty more case of white wine and apple moonshine.
Fight for love, fight for life,
Fight for money with the edge of a knife
Rule the fear and rule the night,
Rule the moon and then all is fine.
Bullets fire through my daddy's door
Now you know my dad, you didn't want this war.
But if you're looking for trouble you're in the right place
'cause the black wood boys will spit in your face.
Oh, the midnight run.
Well, there might be trouble if anybody's got a gun
Oh, sad county line
I've got fifty more cases of white wine and apple moonshine.