First, I still love this song. I’ve played it four thousand and something times and I still like that beginning riff and the story that I have to remember all the words to.

There’s never been anything like it and I’m still trying to figure out if there’s a sequel type of song for it. For me, The song feels like one of those church hymns that have always been there and you can’t imagine a world without them.

I’m still hoping it one day catches on as a teenage anthem.
Why have I re-recorded it. Good question.
I always meant for this song to rock like Bon Jovi and I never felt my first take did. I like the first one, don’t get me wrong, but after playing it four thousand times I felt I could sing it better and play that guitar lick identically enough times to give it a really stacked up background track.

If you’ve listened to it on your iPod or in the car maybe you’ll notice the song is now called Midnight Auto Supply (High Octane). That’s to keep the different versions from getting confused in your playlists. Also because it is supercharged like high octane. Like AC/DC on cocaine and ditch weed.

Is it a true story?
It’s a true story with a few creative twists to make the details less R rated and more accessible to the public. As far as I know he never killed anybody during the commission of a robbery but he’s never said one way or another.

And I’m not asking now. He’s a hard working American who was born at the wrong time and wound up trying to make a living doing something he knew how to do. It was the sixties in Appalachia and they weren’t many jobs. Granted that means nobody could easily afford to have their car stolen and just call their insurance company and get it replaced. People didn’t always have insurance and didn’t necessarily own the car. And losing a car in the mountains is akin to horse thieving on the Texas Llano Estecado in the 1800’s. Without transportation, you’re soon dead. Or food.

This kids parents were splitting up, and not in the civilized “two attorneys and a judge” way of today. Splitting up like an oak tree that all of a sudden needs to grow in different states. His parents ripped and screamed and tore his world apart and he went Ripping and roaring and screaming across the sky of northern Georgia, South Carolina and Tennessee. His territory for what was then the Dixie Mafia was from Greenville SC to Blue Ridge Georgia. Quite a lot of ground to account for in a business where your job was to find either a car or a part that the customer needed.

Some people didn’t need a whole car stolen for them. They maybe only needed a matching set of hubcaps. Or a set of chromed fenders. He started out willing and became very able. He was sent to Vietnam by the judge just in time to fight through the Tet Offensive and survive. He’s one of those Rambo types who came home to find nobody appreciated the hell he’d endured on behalf of freedom.

He’s still alive as of 2018 but his health is bad and not ever gonna get better.
Yes, this is about a boy who stole cars for a living. Make of that and the intent what you will.
But lots of folks with significantly higher stations of birth do worse things with no remorse and No ramifications. He sure paid the price.

Look up the lyrics to this song (here on the website) and let this song roll past your head on a brand new set of Michelin’s laying rubber on a curve around Lake Burton, Georgia. Let the guitars play the sun shining off the lake and the drums are your heartbeat in your chest. Let the story play out in your eyelids.

The cops got tipped off from somebody jealous of how good your are and wanting to take your place. Imagine you’re on a straight away that you need to get down as absolutely fast as possible. You really need this car for an order you’ve promised to fulfill and have already taken the money for. But no car is worth being out of the chase. There’s always another car and even though you’ve spent the money you were paid for this one, you can steal another one and make it up. Maybe this was meant to be. You’re done to your last option to keep from going to jail, dumping the car in the lake. You’ve heard your daddy talk about doing this, dumping a car in the lake, but you’ve never done it.

If you can get down the straight away and around the curve fast enough, you can roll out and let the car go over the side and hopefully sink before the cruiser comes in sight. If the cops didn’t see you in a car that they can’t see anymore then there’s no stolen car, right? No body, no crime.

Better put that pedal down and hope this curve is banked like you remember.
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It’s a twenty four seven life. Not job, life