Bootleg Turnaround

I was runnin' moonshine whiskey, through the back roads after dark
And like a mean old junkyard dog, it had a bite and quite a bark
Now, smugglin' can be dangerous, you gotta keep a low profile
With one eye in the mirror, drivin' mile after mile
Bootleg turnaround, at full speed
Always gaining ground was my need
I was victory bound, in the lead
Bootleg turnaround, yes indeed
Been doing that forever, or at least that’s what it seemed
The hooch was so high-octane, it could be used for gasoline
Always drivin' forward, with all the rotgut I could sell
And I never touched one clear ounce, oh maybe once
But what the hell
Bootleg turnaround, at full speed
Always gaining ground was my need
I was victory bound, in the lead
Bootleg turnaround, yes indeed
I’d pull up with my lights off, to an empty parking lot
Behind an old speakeasy, in the dark I’d find my spot
And then before you know it, a big ole' crowd would stand in line
They would buy my moonshine, and they’d be happy every time
Bootleg turnaround, at full speed
Always gaining ground was my need
I was victory bound, in the lead
Bootleg turnaround, yes indeed
But oh, it didn’t take long for Johnny Law to get real smart
To drive up with his lights on and pretend to do his part
But everyone there knowd it, that he had his hand held out
And I would give him money, and some liquor too no doubt
Bootleg turnaround, at full speed
Always gaining ground was my need
I was victory bound, in the lead
Bootleg turnaround, yes indeed
But then one full moon summer night, some wise guys took my arm
And they said «Son, the moonshine’s ours and if not
We’ll do you harm»
Well, I can do a lot of things in life, but I cannot fight the mob
So I climbed back in my truck, and went lookin' for another job
Bootleg turnaround, at full speed
Always gaining ground was my need
I was victory bound, in the lead
Bootleg turnaround, yes indeed