Intro
Sunrise over Georgia, Bandit waxin' down his ride
Carrie’s eyes on the horizon, wedding nerves she just can't hide
Oil slick on the pavement, Sunday’s bells in the wind
Sonny’s fixing his tie crooked, can’t tell where to begin
Verse 1
Coffee burning in the diner, boots tapping on the floor
Bandit grinning through the window, fate knocking at his door
Carrie’s mama whispering, “Girl, you sure ‘bout this life?”
Sonny practicing his vows, sweat on the edge of his knife
Pre-Chorus
Buford stomping round the house, hat pulled low in scorn
Mutters under his breath, "Boy, I can't believe you came from these loins"
Chorus
Rollin' down the county line, wheels all spinning wild
Carrie riding shotgun, with a mischief in her smile
Sonny left at the altar, Justice roaring close behind
Runnin' from a wedding, Lord, they're running out of time
Post-Chorus
Go Bandit go, go, go
Go Bandit go, go, go
Verse 2
White lace in the backseat, wedding bell blues in the air
Bandit's heart's racing fast, didn't expect her there
Sonny losing his cool, can't keep up with the chase
Buford yelling at his boy, red all over his face
Pre-Chorus
He shouts through the static, with a sheriff's rage
"Boy, I can't believe you came from these loins" up on the CB page
Chorus
Rollin' down the county line, wheels all spinning wild
Carrie riding shotgun, with a mischief in her smile
Sonny left at the altar, Justice roaring close behind
Runnin' from a wedding, Lord, they're running out of time
Post-Chorus
Go Bandit go, go, go
Go Bandit go, go, go
Bridge
CB crackling stories, heat in every turn
Justice stompin' on the dash, never seem to learn
Carrie's laughing loud now, dress all tangled and free
Bandit tipping his hat, saying, "Just run along with me"
Verse 3
Sonny's in the dust now, spinning wheels in his mind
Bandit and Carrie blazing, two outlaws intertwined
Justice red-faced and broken, curses filling the air
"Son, I can't believe you came from these loins"—despair
Chorus
Rollin' down the county line, wheels all spinning wild
Carrie riding shotgun, with a mischief in her smile
Sonny left at the altar, Justice roaring close behind
Runnin' from a wedding, Lord, they're running out of time
Post-Chorus
Go Bandit go, go, go
Go Bandit go,
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