Run it! (Go!) Run it! (Go!)
Twelve jars rattling like a rattlesnake band
Revenue man in my mirror with his hat in his hand
Run it! (Go!) Run it! (Go!)
Left at the church, right at the still
Jump the washed-out bridge and I'm gone, kill the lights, thrill!

Twenty-six, Mavis in a Model T, no brakes, no doubt
Twelve jars in the trunk and a hymn she's hollering out
Roadblock at the river, three deputies and a hound
She cuts the headlights, floors it, and she don't make a sound
First deputy dives, second deputy's hat flies
Third one's praying loud with his badge in his eyes
Bridge at Willow Fork is a rumor and a gap
Mavis don't blink, don't slow, and she don't take a nap
Sails through the air like a Sunday casserole
Lands on the far bank with the banjo in control
Revenue man stares at the water and the smoke
She honks twice, that's a Southern goodbye, bless his soul

Pedal to the floor, don't you look behind
Three (three!), two (two!)
One...
Run it!

Ninety years later, granddaughter, F-150, same dent in the banjo
Cooler full of lightning and a playlist full of danger
Game warden at the Shell station flashing his light
I Venmo'd him a Bible verse and vanished in the night
State trooper at mile nine thinks he's got me boxed
Cousin in a combine blocking traffic like a rock
Helicopter overhead, I wave with a middle finger
Pilot waves back, he's my cousin, he's a ringer
Pour one for the road, and I pour one for the dead
Mavis in the backseat saying, "Girl, go ahead"
Mile marker eleven, troopers parked in a ditch
Banjo on the radio, the whole county's in a twitch

Officer, it ain't moonshine!
It's a family recipe!
And the family's armed! (Ha!)

Run it! (Go!) Run it! (Go!)
Same dent in the banjo, same fire in the fork
Revenue man in the ditch with his badge in the creek, uh-oh
Run it! (Go!) Run it! (Go!)
Left at the church, right at the still
Burn the bridge behind me, and the river's got the bill!

Run it!