© 2007 Teddie Cochran
v.1
We were chasin' the white lines
Of that old Kentucky road
Down through the knottie pine
To the valley far below
You could see the lights a flashing
As the Sheriff tried to close
The ground he was losing
On moonshiners road
C.
Whiskey runs through the canyon
As the legends are told
Of peddlers making a livin'
The only way they know
I don't recall the destination
Just the head-on confrontation
Another midnight run takes it toll
As a legend is born...... whiskey runs
v.2
It all comes down to who wants it most
When running bootleggers gold
The guideposts kept screaming by
So the story goes
You can hear the mournful widows cry
Each time the wind would blow
As if the devil left behind
The moonshiners soul
C.
Whiskey runs through the canyon
As the legends are told
Of peddlers making a livin'
The only way they know
I don't recall the destination
Just the head-on confrontation
Another midnight run takes it toll
As a legend is born...... whiskey runs
Repeat Chorus
As a Legend is born.....whiskey runs
