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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 to boot R/C 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've got nowhere to hide Ride, ride, Rumbler, ride Chased them moonshine boys 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 pickup 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've got nowhere to hide Ride, ride, Rumbler, ride Songtexte 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 G.I. Joe Asked him if he'd join them on the road Rumbler flashed a guile-ish 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've got nowhere to hide Ride, ride, Rumbler, ride Ride, ride, Rumbler, ride Leave them good old boys behind You know them woods and they've got nowhere to hide Ride, ride, Rumbler, ride Aus Songtexte Mania