Bootleggers Prayer
By: Kyle Dunn
Duration
2:52
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Lyrics
He made moonshine in a cabin On the back of his land That whole town just thought He was a lonely old man No trespass’ signs Barbwire fences Marked off his fields Like a line of defense And in the dead of the night He’d load his 24’ ford A gun for protection Prayin’ oh my dear lord Give me strength And forgiveness To make it through this night alive With a little bit of luck Do me good by your eyes I know you frown down Upon this type of life You say it’s the sinner That chooses this life Four tires spinnin Out of control He punched on the gas Across Ohio Spendin most of those nights In a law mans flash Wanted dead or alive he made a mad man dash Give me strength And forgiveness To make it through this night alive With a little bit of luck Do me good by your eyes I know you frown down Upon this type of life You say it’s the sinner That chooses this life
