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Bobby Earl awoke at dawn
He put his hunting britches on
He could smell trouble like a dog, he was on their tail
He was after tax stamp dodgers
Moonshiners and illegal loggers
Pot smoking hippies and draft dodgers too prude
Rc crossfire vehicle driver
Killed to live, a well trained survivor
Mama called him Bobby but Rumbler was his name

Ride, ride, Rumbler ride
Leave them good old boys behind
You know them woods and they got nowhere to hide
Ride, ride, Rumbler ride

She's a moonshine boss through the piney woods
Of Georgia searchin' for illegal goods
The growl of his engine was his battle cry
He crashed sixteen trucks in hot pursuit
But in the end he got the loot
Ain't a man alive that can say that he got away
Federal agents had enough
Of that rascal Rumbler and his pick up trucks
Kicked him out and took his badge away

Ride, ride, Rumbler ride
Leave them good old boys behind
You know them woods and they got nowhere to hide
Ride, ride, Rumbler ride

Poor old Rumbler was awful sad
About losing all he ever had
Little did he know that his luck was about to change
See, there was a guy that he used to know
Runnin' with a unit called GI Joe
Asked him if he'd join them on the road
Rumbler flashed a ghoulish smile
You could hear his laugh for fifty miles
Hit the clutch and he was on his way

Ride, ride, Rumbler ride
Leave them good old boys behind
You know them woods and they got nowhere to hide
Ride, ride, Rumbler ride

Ride, ride, Rumbler ride
Leave them good old boys behind
You know them woods and they got nowhere to hide
Ride, ride, Rumbler ride
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Bobby Earl awoke at dawn
He put his hunting britches on
He could smell trouble like a dog, he was on their tail
He was after tax stamp dodgers
Moonshiners and illegal loggers
Pot smoking hippies and draft dodgers too prude
Rc crossfire vehicle driver
Killed to live, a well trained survivor
Mama called him Bobby but Rumbler was his name

Ride, ride, Rumbler ride
Leave them good old boys behind
You know them woods and they got nowhere to hide
Ride, ride, Rumbler ride

She's a moonshine boss through the piney woods
Of Georgia searchin' for illegal goods
The growl of his engine was his battle cry
He crashed sixteen trucks in hot pursuit
But in the end he got the loot
Ain't a man alive that can say that he got away
Federal agents had enough
Of that rascal Rumbler and his pick up trucks
Kicked him out and took his badge away

Ride, ride, Rumbler ride
Leave them good old boys behind
You know them woods and they got nowhere to hide
Ride, ride, Rumbler ride

Poor old Rumbler was awful sad
About losing all he ever had
Little did he know that his luck was about to change
See, there was a guy that he used to know
Runnin' with a unit called GI Joe
Asked him if he'd join them on the road
Rumbler flashed a ghoulish smile
You could hear his laugh for fifty miles
Hit the clutch and he was on his way

Ride, ride, Rumbler ride
Leave them good old boys behind
You know them woods and they got nowhere to hide
Ride, ride, Rumbler ride

Ride, ride, Rumbler ride
Leave them good old boys behind
You know them woods and they got nowhere to hide
Ride, ride, Rumbler ride
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Writer: Cole Alexander, Jared Swiley, Jeff Clarke, Oakley Munson
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC

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