(Guitar - Smooth)

Oh, Thunder road, Thunder Road
Drivin' like the devil on Thunder Road
Another full load of Kentucky moonshine
We're shippin' on down to Thunder Road

We got an old still steamin' up in Cedar Creek
You couldn't find the place in a ten-day-week
My father filled the jars and I got the cars
And the federals play hide and seek


Folks 'round here don't drink no beer
They wouldn't give a dollar for your wine
The only bottle 'llowed to stand upon the table
Is a fix of that silver moonshine

[Chorus 2x]

The mayor was elected to save us from sin
His platform was to wipe out the still
But nobody knows that the mayor comes and goes
To that business way up in the hills