"Jake-Leg Kid" lyrics

Down by the Tennessee border over in Mississippi
There were people known to run moonshine whiskey
They still talk about a young boy who ran whiskey on the side
To all of the honky-tonks up and down the state line

The Jake-Leg Kid was raised on Mississippi moonshine
The Jake-Leg Kid was an outlaw on the state line

He didn't have no pony or a six-gun on his leg
He had a 4-40 engine and a 57 Chevrolet
He knew every country back road from Memphis down to Tupelo
He was a natural-born wild man on the roads

The Jake-Leg Kid was raised on Mississippi moonshine
The Jake-Leg Kid was an outlaw on the state line

Now the local sheriff and the highway patrol were waiting on him
They started closing in on him when it got too close for comfort
The ol' kid just rammed the accelerator down through the floor board
And that ol' Chevy said, "Shonka!"

Needless to say there was nothing that could catch him
And he was hooking 'em down there doing about a hundred thirty something
And he came up over this little hill and every brake he had went out on him

Well, it looked bad for the kid
And dead ahead was this little honky-tonk where he was gonna make his delivery
And inside they had this little rock-n-roll band getting it on

And there came this big crash in the wall there
And this '57 Chevy slid up onto the stage
Now something like that can mess up your groove
But the old kid just got out and shook the glass out of his hair
He looked up at the little band and said, "Y'all go ahead on."

The Jake-Leg kid was raised on Mississippi moonshine
Oh the Jake-Leg Kid was an outlaw on the state line