Ballad Of Thunder Road
Let me tell a story, I can tell it all
'Bout the mountain boy who ran illegal alcohol
His daddy made the whiskey, the son, he drove the load
And when his engine roared, they called the highway Thunder Road
Sometimes into Asheville, sometimes Memphis town
The revenuers chased him, but they couldn't run him down
Each time they thought they had him, his engine would explode
And he'd go by like they were standing still on Thunder Road
Thunder, thunder over Thunder Road
Thunder was his engine and white lightning was his load
Moonshine, moonshine quenched the Devil's thirst
The law, they never got him 'cause the Devil got him first
On the first of April, 1954
The federal man sent word he'd better make his run no more
He said two hundred agents were covering the state
Whichever road he'd try to take, they'd get him sure as fate
Son: His daddy told him: Make this run your last
Your tank is filled with hundred-proof, you're all tuned up and gassed
Now, don't take any chances and if you can't get through
I'd rather have you back again than all that Mountain Dew
Thunder, thunder over Thunder Road
Thunder was his engine and white lightning was his load
Moonshine, moonshine quenched the Devil's thirst
The law, they never got him 'cause the Devil got him first
Roaring out of Harlan, revving up his mill
He shot the gap at Cumberland and screamed by Maynardville
With G-men on his tail light, road blocks up ahead
The mountain boy took roads that even angels feared to tread
Blazing right through Knoxville, out on Kingston Pike
Then right outside of Bearden, there they made the fatal strike
He left the road at ninety, that's all there is to say
The Devil got the moonshine and the mountain boy that day
Thunder, thunder over Thunder Road
Thunder was his engine and white lightning was his load
Moonshine, moonshine quenched the Devil's thirst
The law, they never got him 'cause the Devil got him first
The law, they never got him 'cause the Devil got him first
Balada da Estrada do Trovão
Deixa eu contar uma história, eu posso contar tudo
Sobre o garoto da montanha que contrabandeava álcool
O pai fazia a cachaça, o filho dirigia a carga
E quando o motor rugia, chamavam a estrada de Estrada do Trovão
Às vezes em Asheville, às vezes em Memphis
Os fiscais o perseguiam, mas não conseguiam pegá-lo
Toda vez que achavam que o tinham, o motor explodia
E ele passava como se estivessem parados na Estrada do Trovão
Trovão, trovão sobre a Estrada do Trovão
Trovão era seu motor e relâmpago branco era sua carga
Cachaça, cachaça saciava a sede do Diabo
A lei, nunca o pegou porque o Diabo o pegou primeiro
No primeiro de abril de 1954
O homem da federal mandou avisar que era melhor ele não correr mais
Disse que duzentos agentes estavam cobrindo o estado
Qualquer estrada que ele tentasse, eles o pegariam com certeza
Filho: O pai lhe disse: Faça essa corrida a sua última
Seu tanque está cheio de cachaça forte, você está todo preparado
Agora, não arrisque e se não conseguir passar
Eu prefiro que você volte do que toda aquela Mountain Dew
Trovão, trovão sobre a Estrada do Trovão
Trovão era seu motor e relâmpago branco era sua carga
Cachaça, cachaça saciava a sede do Diabo
A lei, nunca o pegou porque o Diabo o pegou primeiro
Rugindo de Harlan, acelerando seu motor
Ele passou pelo desvio em Cumberland e gritou por Maynardville
Com os homens da lei no seu encalço, bloqueios à frente
O garoto da montanha pegou estradas que até anjos temiam pisar
Rasgando Knoxville, saindo pela Kingston Pike
Então, logo fora de Bearden, lá fizeram a investida fatal
Ele saiu da estrada a noventa, isso é tudo que se pode dizer
O Diabo pegou a cachaça e o garoto da montanha naquele dia
Trovão, trovão sobre a Estrada do Trovão
Trovão era seu motor e relâmpago branco era sua carga
Cachaça, cachaça saciava a sede do Diabo
A lei, nunca o pegou porque o Diabo o pegou primeiro
A lei, nunca o pegou porque o Diabo o pegou primeiro
Composição: Tex Williams, Robert Mitchum