| You can find me on the run, half tore up |
| Full bottle in the hand, no glass, no cup |
| Flip on the jam, full petal in the truck |
| Screamin' «Catch me if you can» I’m a rebel, so what? |
| Find me on the run, half tore up |
| Full bottle in the hand, no glass, no cup |
| Flip on the jam, full petal in the truck |
| Screamin' «Catch me if you can» I’m a rebel, so what? |
| Let’s go! |
| Dirt devil on the backroad, white lightnin' |
| Earthquake shakin', tumbleweed flyin' |
| Rubber come a hummin' got the rattlers slidin' |
| Petal to the metal every time I’m ridin' |
| Flag totin' finger wavin' S.O.B. |
| If you don’t like David Coe then you won’t like me |
| I keep my sleeves cut off so you can read my ink |
| And they try to cut me off every time I drink (Drink) |
| Tailgate rusty, dirt road dusty |
| Dive bar queen ridin' shotgun loves me |
| Blue lights flashin' and it prolly was me |
| If he thinks he can catch me tell him come cuff me |
| You can find me on the run, half tore up |
| Full bottle in the hand, no glass, no cup |
| Flip on the jam, full petal in the truck |
| Screamin' «Catch me if you can» I’m a rebel, so what? |
| Find me on the run, half tore up |
| Full bottle in the hand, no glass, no cup |
| Flip on the jam, full petal in the truck |
| Screamin' «Catch me if you can» I’m a rebel, so what? |
| Ride the lightin' (Ride the lightnin') across the valley skies |
| I know that I was born with crazy in my eyes |
| There’s a million of you like me, livin' the way we do |
| And that fires burnin' deep inside, got nothin' to lose |
| They wanna lock me up and throw away the key |
| And they’re tryin' to do anything to do away with me |
| Shine in my veins, (Hey) thunder in my blood (Hey) |
| Nothing to change, (Hey) still livin' on the run |
| You can find me on the run, half tore up |
| Full bottle in the hand, no glass, no cup |
| Flip on the jam, full petal in the truck |
| Screamin' «Catch me if you can» I’m a rebel, so what? |
| Find me on the run, half tore up |
| Full bottle in the hand, no glass, no cup |
| Flip on the jam, full petal in the truck |
| Screamin' «Catch me if you can» I’m a rebel, so what? |
| Bullet holes on the stop sign, I’m gone |
| Sheriff layin' low like a duck in a pond (Come on) |
| He was radar clockin' me but y’all can’t stop me |
| You got me on the run but you’re never gonna pop me (Let's go) |
| SBG Valley Bar and Grill |
| Couple Chevy’s and a Dodge by the Harley on the hill (Yeah) |
| I’ll be layin' low like grandpas still |
| Middle fingers in the air, no hands on the wheel |
| Full throttle to the back, let the smoke stack blow |
| Throw gravel at your window if you’re ridin' too close |
| Ever since I woke up I’ve been half tore up |
| I’m a rebel raisin' hell, I don’t care, so what? |
| You can find me on the run, half tore up |
| Full bottle in the hand, no glass, no cup |
| Flip on the jam, full petal in the truck |
| Screamin' «Catch me if you can» I’m a rebel, so what? |
| Find me on the run, half tore up |
| Full bottle in the hand, no glass, no cup |
| Flip on the jam, full petal in the truck |
| Screamin' «Catch me if you can» I’m a rebel, so what? |
| Hey hey hey |
| Hey hey hey |
| Hey hey hey |
| Hey hey hey |