Police Chase Through the River pt. 36 (Outlaw Country Hip-Hop Mix)

Last big peach batch of summer. Late August, 2 AM, copper running perfect. Opossum on watch up the ridge. Verse 1 Radio crackles once, Opossum whispering "lights, bottom of the hollow, slow moving," Groundskeeper kills the fire fast, Willie starts breaking down the still, no proving. Two county SUVs creep up the old logging road, no sirens, just spots, Hickory John already gone out the back trail, knows these plots. We got twenty jars fresh, still warm, in the wooden crate in the Chevy, Willie looks at me, "river cut?" I nod, that's the only heavy. Chorus Police chase through the river again, red truck low and loud, Shotgun Willie and the Groundskeeper, running through the cloud. Twenty jars of peach in the back, water up to the doors, Pass the green? not tonight, hands tight on the floor. Lights behind us bouncing off trees, river ahead black, Hell yeah, hit the water and don't look back. Verse 2 We don't take the road, we take the old ford where the creek runs deep, Chevy hits the water at forty, spray everywhere, tires don't sleep. Behind us, first SUV tries to follow, stalls halfway, water in the intake, Second one stops at the bank, spotlight sweeping, can't see our wake. Willie is laughing wild, holding the crate steady so jars don't break, Groundskeeper keeps it in low gear, river rocks grinding, whole truck shakes. Rap Verse We come out the other side by Mabel's cousin's field, mud and steam, Kill the lights, coast through the corn, like a bad dream. Radio silent, Opossum texts "they're stuck, calling a tow, you good?" Willie finally breathes, "bro, that's the second time this river saved our wood." We park deep in the barn at Silas's place in Georgia, wait till dawn, Unload the twenty jars, hide em under hay, truck looks gone. Sheriff drives by at sunrise, waves at Silas, never checks the barn, Silas just keeps feeding chickens, plays it calm. Outro Drive home next night the long way, no jars, no evidence, just a wet truck, Opossum meets us, "y'all are idiots, but that river's still got luck." Hickory just shakes his head, "told y'all small batches, you did twenty at once," We learn the lesson again, mountain gives, mountain hunts. Willie looks at the river on the map, draws a little X, Says "third time's a charm, but let's not test it next." Hell yeah bro, police chase through the river again, and we made it clean, Peach season closed with a splash, now we lay low till Halloween. The Groundskeeper