Hardrocking Jonny G

Rev it up and go, cat, go!

Bootlegger’s Son

Big black car roaring through the night, freight-training thunderstorm full of white lightning flashing to the juke joint.  Outlaw driver ready for trouble, foot heavy on the gas, lights out in the middle of the night pray for no deer and hit the turn hard, pull the parking brake and 90 degree slide onto the overgrown lane.  Hot dancers, thirsty bluesmen await, hungering for the liquid fire in Mason jars.  Pull in, drop off the hooch and break some hearts before heading out to the next sweaty room full of revelry.  A bootlegger never hangs around for too long, he has other places to be…



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