Bobby Earl awoke at dawn, he put his hunting britches on
He could smell trouble like a dog, he was on their tail
He was after tax stamp dodgers, moonshiners and illegal loggers

Pot smoking hippies and draft dodgers to boot
RC Crossfire vehicle driver, killed to live, a well-trained survivor
Mama called him Bobby, but Rumbler was his name

Ride, ride, Rumbler, ride
Leave them good old boys behind
You know them woods and they´ve got nowhere to hide
Ride, ride, Rumbler, ride

Chased them moonshine boys through the piney woods
Of Georgia, searchin´ for illegal goods
The growl of his engine was his battle cry
He crashed sixteen trucks in hot pursuit
But in the end, he got the loot
Ain´t a man alive that can say that he got away

Federal agents had enough
Of that rascal Rumbler and his pickup trucks
Kicked him out and took his badge away

Ride, ride, Rumbler, ride
Leave them good old boys behind
You know them woods and they´ve got nowhere to hide
Ride, ride, Rumbler, ride

Poor old Rumbler was awful sad
About losing all he ever had
Little did he know that his luck was about to change
See, there was a guy that he used to know
Runnin´ with a unit called G.I. Joe
Asked him if he´d join them on the road
Rumbler flashed a guile-ish smile

You could hear his laugh for fifty miles
Hit the clutch and he was on his way

Ride, ride, Rumbler, ride
Leave them good old boys behind
You know them woods and they´ve got nowhere to hide
Ride, ride, Rumbler, ride
Ride, ride, Rumbler, ride
Leave them good old boys behind
You know them woods and they´ve got nowhere to hide
Ride, ride, Rumbler, ride