Driven By Demons

I got 50 dollars and a tin strip on my way back from Panama City

I've got half a pint of moonshine that I got from Tennessee

Now I'm rambling down that highway, red and blue lights is all I see

But that don't matter, they'll never catch me, I got demons driving me

So be driven (be driven) by demons (by demons)

Demons, tell me where to go

So be driven (be driven) by demons (by demons)

Demons, please drive me home

Now those cops are shooting at me, shit my rear window just got broke

And now I'm sweating bullets, brother that ain't no fuckin' joke

I got my foot hard on the pedal and there's metal grinding gears

Thank God those demons are driving, or I'd be looking at ten long years

So be driven (be driven) by demons (by demons)

Demons, tell me where to go

So be driven (be driven) by demons (by demons)

Demons, please drive me home

Goddamn, there goes the rear tire and there's sparks all shooting out

And I can't help but wonder what them demons plan on doing now

See if I get caught by the police in this here 47 Chevy Coupe

I'll wind up in the pokey chugging down bologna soup

So be driven (be driven) by demons (by demons)

Demons, tell me where to go

So be driven (be driven) by demons (by demons)

Demons, please drive me home

Well, that ain't the way home, demons

Shit, that looks like the Nashville Police Department

How come I'm in handcuffs

(You have the right to remain silent, sir)

So be driven (be driven) by demons (by demons)

Demons, tell me where to go

So be driven (be driven) by demons (by demons)

Demons, please drive me home