© Bill Miles 2014

Chorus
This old highway it goes this way and it goes that way
Down to the coast or up to the state line
They been runnin’ moonshine liquor on this highway
For a long…long, long, long, long time

Verse 1
Grand daddy he used to run these old roads
He had a souped up old forty Ford
I met an old law man who used to know him well
He said, that’s legendary moonshine and that Ford was fast as Hell

Chorus
This old highway it goes this way and it goes that way
Down to the coast or up to the state line
They been runnin’ moonshine liquor on this highway
For a long…long, long, long, long time

Verse 2
Way down in the holler, down around the candy branch
There is a moonshine still in that holler
Thumping out Franklin County spring water

Verse 3
Locals around here tell you that it bubbles up out of the ground
Ninety proof spring water can be naturally found
The revenue man ain’t finding the working day and night
Trying to catch those old boys, working by moonlight

Chorus
This old highway it goes this way and it goes that way
Down to the coast or up to the state line
They been runnin’ moonshine liquor on this highway
For a long…long, long, long, long time

Verse 4
I’ve still got that old Ford down in the barn
Sometimes I wash it off, turn it on
Go riding down–town like Granddaddy did
His legend , it still lives

Chorus
This old highway it goes this way and it goes that way
Down to the coast or up to the state line
They been runnin’ moonshine liquor on this highway
For a long…long, long, long, long time
For a long…long, long, long, long time