The Flood

Coming outta Hillsborough
With the truck loaded down
Looks like we'll make our own damn luck this time around
Yeah

When I made my first batch I was only 17
It left me with a taste for dirty finer things

But come on keep your spirits high
That white lightnings in my blood
I won't leave your county dry
Cuz I'm about to make it flood

Comin back to Hillsborough with the
Truck riding light
Cuz everybody wanna taste
That East Lake Rye

I was almost back to Hillsborough
When the lights flashed red
I left my secrets lying in the Eno River bed

But come on keep your spirits high
That white lightnings in my blood
I won't leave your county dry
Cuz I'm about to make it flood



Credits
Writer(s): Travis Rigsbee
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