Flyin' down a flat track, bottle in a brown sack. Pistons pumpin' in a poor boy's Cadillac. Cross the Mississippi, crazy on the pale moonlight. . I'm goin' to beat the devil.
Johnny Gunn he's a guitar player. Makin' next to nothin' at a bar nowheres. He says, "Damn the money. Damn the money". . Counts his tips, buys a shot of booze.