The Rumrunner Blues
Front page on the midsummer news,
I got the rumrunner blues.
When the night falls:
Make a break for American waters.
Make a break for American fathers.
The Coast Guard follows:
Shots fired puttin holes in the deck.
Shots fired, shots fired puttin holes in the deck.
Late night, summer 1930;
Prohibition empties all the Stateside cities.
Make way, come sundown:
Set a course for Puget Sound.
Long, grey speedboat; sitting low.
Run quiet, run dark, run fast enough and they'll never notice, we were gone.
Half way there, things go wrong, with the gunshot song.
A cutter hits the lights, and we're off in flight.
The time for stealth is gone, kick it into full throttle.
As the bullets zip by take a swig from the bottle.
Mother fucker, I'm the fastest in the West.
I'm gonna make you work for that badge on your chest.
You can't stop me, you'll never win this battle.
I'm taking this rum straight to downtown Seattle.
When the night falls:
Make a break for American waters.
Make a break for American fathers.
The Coast Guard follows:
Shots fired puttin' holes in the deck.
Shots fired, shots fired puttin' holes in the deck.
Rumrunner.
Mother fucker, I'm the best in the West.
You'll never earn that badge on your chest.
Trying to catch me? Son, you wish you could.
I swear, sometimes it hurts to be this good.
I got the rumrunner blues.