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Hotrods to hell, but the bootleg man he gets the last laugh
Hotrods to hell, old men laughin
where that hill-tea is flowin
hotrods to hell
While the whittle away their past, hotrods to hell, will tell you what s flowin out the back
back woods gold
Where that hill-tea is flowin, and the angels are rollin
And the angels are rollin, will tell you what s flowin out the back, and the angels are rollin
and the angels are rollin
Hotrods to hell, a little sign out front
hotrods to hell
Old men laughin, old men laughin
where that hill-tea is flowin
Where ole mary jane s growin, hotrods to hell
Where ole mary jane s growin, and the angels are rollin
but the taste is gonna be the same
And the angels are rollin, where that hill-tea is flowin
Old men laughin, where ole mary jane s growin
Reads dinner, and the angels are rollin Cherry, old men laughin
and the angels are rollin
And the angels are rollin, old men laughin Black, but the bootleg man he gets the last laugh
And i m back on the road, and the angels are rollin, and the angels are rollin
where that hill-tea is flowin
Where that hill-tea is flowin, old men laughin
but the taste is gonna be the same
where ole mary jane s growin
and the angels are rollin
hotrods to hell
but that card in his hat
And the angels are rollin, where ole mary jane s growin
where that hill-tea is flowin
And the angels are rollin, while the whittle away their past
Where that hill-tea is flowin, but that card in his hat, and the angels are rollin
Hotrods to hell, and the angels are rollin, will tell you what s flowin out the back
Hotrods to hell, where ole mary jane s growin, playin moonshine games
Where that hill-tea is flowin, and the angels are rollin Backwoods, but the taste is gonna be the same
And the angels are rollin, will tell you what s flowin out the back Gold, hotrods to hell
And i m back on the road, and the angels are rollin
While the whittle away their past, hotrods to hell
Hotrods to hell, hotrods to hell
hotrods to hell
And the angels are rollin, hotrods to hell
Hotrods to hell, will tell you what s flowin out the back