51 Phantom

(álbum: 51 Phantom - 2001)

51 phantom, a boolegged man
Known from the hills to the bottomland

Late in the evening, 'bout this time of night
51 phantom gets to feeling right

Memphis to New Orleans the 51 I ride
White lightning flash across the Mississippi sky

It's the code of the hills like they've never been told
Don't look for me out where the monkey grass grows

On down the levy, 'round the bend
51 phantom striking again

Just for the rooster crow for day
Had me a howl down the moonshine highway

Woo-ooh...

51 phantom, the seventh son
Memphis to New Orleans on the 51

Till I rest my head on the cooling board
51 phantom on up and down the road

Woo-ooh...

[Alternate live lyrics:]
From Memphis to New Orleans on the 51
I'm as old as the hills, the hills we run

51 phantom creeping through your town
Might find your woman squeak round

Got your gallop, your monkey grass
Ain't the first time, won't be the last

Mis'sippi moonshine all up in my head
Shotgun and boobytrap living in my bed

Well, you won't hear me coming in the light of day
But you might hear me howl down the lonesome highway