White Lightning

White lightning strike from the ground up In the stampede storm of a gold rush Holes in your fence and they're looking through At what you got, and what you got to lose Ain't got time Ain't got money So I hit the ground running Allen Edmonds in a dirt road boarder town Big storm building as the sun go down Eighty pounds of weed in a gunnysack ..he say One mission: to get there and get back I ain't got time I ain't got money So I hit the ground running Hard pan cook you from the feet up Heart to your mind, then everything you love Far away there's a devil sleeping in your bed Until you meet a man in Gruene says you're out of the red I ain't got time I ain't got money So I hit the ground running