Abraham & the Old Gods - Midnight Ride to a Ruckus

I was already half-drunk 200 miles away
Man on a mission with nothing in my way
I've got a pocket full of money and a paper full of green
So I turn that truck southbound state route 17

Gas up that big red truck and make sure I've got some beer
Some to help me get there and some to help me steer
Yeah get out of my way snakes and get out of my way deer
I'm of a one-track-mind not to fall behind and the road ahead is clear

There I was
Just minding my own business
Riding dirty riding through the desert
On a midnight ride to a Ruckus

Dirty is texting and speeding and driving while drinking
With open beer cans crammed between the seats
Got a full bomber in my lap and the whole rig smells like weed
Take a look back and its a statie flagging me

Then that feeling you get from the law like the wind out of your sails
Like who the hell am I gonna call that might could make my bail
They're about to put the hammer down and I'm'a be the nail
Man I ain't goin to Ruckus, I'm going straight to jail

There I was
Just minding my own business
Riding dirty and riding through the desert
On a midnight ride to a Ruckus

Now it must've been a little strange to see an Alabama plate
In the middle of nowhere like this hauling ass this late
'Cause he said Man do you own this thing and said C'mon check it out
And he didn't mind the smell of beer or the hazy cloud of that loud weed

And he must've had a spot for outlaws from Alabam
Because he came back and he said I'm from Anniston
(So I said is that up by Gadsden way and he said yeah
Hows your ma and them)
Now it sure is a nice ride with the statie on your side
So all I could say is see ya man, hey Roll Tide

There I was
Just minding my own business
Riding dirty and riding through the desert
On a midnight ride to a Ruckus

Written by:
Abraham Glubrecht

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