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| 1. |
| 3:30 | 
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Life is so strange when its changin', yes indeed Well I've seen the hard times and the pressure's been on me But I keep on workin' like the workin' man do And I've got my act together, gonna walk all over you (chorus) Gimme back my bullets Put 'em back where they belong Ain't foolin' around 'cause I done had my fun Ain't gonna see no more damage done Gimme back my bullets Sweet talkin' people done ran me out of town And I drank enough whiskey to float a battleship around But I'm leavin' this game one step ahead of you And you will not hear me cry 'cause I do not sing the blues (chorus) Gimme back my bullets Put 'em back where they belong Ain't foolin' around 'cause I done had my fun Ain't gonna see no more damage done Gimme back, gimme back my bullets Oh, put 'em back... where they belong Been up and down since I turned seventeen Well I've been on top, and then it seems I lost my dream But I got it back, I'm feelin' better everyday Tell all those pencil pushers, better get out of my way (chorus) Gimme back my bullets Put 'em back where they belong Ain't foolin' around, 'cause I done had my fun Ain't gonna see no more damage done Gimme back, gimme back my bullets Oh put 'em back where they belong Gimme back my bullets |
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| 2. |
| 4:59 |
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Well I've been ridin' a winning horse for a long, long time Sometimes I wonder is this the end of the line No one should take advantage of who they are No man has got it made If he thinks he does, he's wrong [Chorus:] Every mother's son better hear what I say Every mother's son will rise and fall someday I've seen it happen so many times, so many times before Some man got so much money he doesn't worry no more Or he's got such a pretty woman that'll treat him fine Well my friend has been a fool It happens everytime [Chorus] I'm not tryin' to preach to no one, to no one at all I've seen so many of my good friends just rise to fall 'Cause they got so much money or a woman so fine Well my friends have all been fools, it happens every time [Chorus] What I say [Chorus] What I say Oh, every mother's son will rise and fall someday |
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| 3. |
| 4:10 | 
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| 4. |
| 2:51 |
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Eleven times I been busted, eleven times I been to jail Some of the times I been there nobody could go my bail Well it seems to me, Lord that this ol' boy just don't fit Well I can jump in a rosebush and come out smelling like sh... Those misters dressed in blue never done so right by me Some of the times I was innocent but the judge said guilty I'm not one to complain now son I tell you true When the black cat cross your trail, Lord It comes in misery times two (Chorus) Double trouble--that's what my friends all call me (Double trouble) I said, double trouble T-R-O-U-B-L-E Well I was born down in the gutter With a temper as hot as fire Spent ninety days on a peat farm just doin' the county's time Well now, even mama said Son you're bad news And it won't be too long before someone puts one through you (Chorus) (Chorus) |
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| 5. |
| 2:51 |
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Ridin' on a greyhound, countin' those white lines
Destination I don't know and I'm feelin' like I'm dyin' Well ten years on this road, my its took its toll But the man with the plan says the band has got to go I said roll gypsy roll Lord just pick up your bags and go Met many a woman on my way down the line Every woman that I met I left satisfied I made lots of money, just how much I don't know But most of the money I done stuck up my nose I said roll gypsy roll Lord just pick up your bags and go Gypsy's life's a story and its one that's never told He's always hungry, he's always on the go With no tomorrow, its how it seems to be When you're moving around from town to town Made lots of money just how much I don't know But most of the money I done stuck up my nose And maybe that's the reason I don't know where I'm going I don't know |
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| 6. |
| 3:19 |
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I asked the wiseman one sunny day
Can you help me find my way You're so much older and wiser too Would you help me mr wiseman I'm feelin' blue Oh I'm not satisfied He said you're not doin too bad, not bad at all You're just trying to walk son before you can crawl You got stacks of money to sky up above Now all you need is to find you a love He sent me searchin' to find my love He sent me searchin' to the Lord up above He sent me searchin' just to find the mornin' dove And she'll tell you where to find your love Oh mr wiseman I need to find my love You can have anything in this god's world But you won't be happy son 'til you find a girl Now you can be happy boy if you try Find a woman boy, you'll be satisfied He sent me searchin' to find my love He sent me searchin' , I said Lord up above He sent me searchin' just to find the mornin' dove And she'll tell you where to find your love He sent me searchin' to find my love He sent me searchin' , I said Lord up above He sent me searchin' just to find the mornin' dove And she'll tell you where to find your love Oh Lord, he sent me searchin' |
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| 7. |
| 4:50 |
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Well he walks so tall to be so small Never met a man who's stranger He lives his life for a dollar sign And to deal with him is dangerous He knocked me down but I'm on my feet Now I'm so much wiser I'd rather quit and go back home Than to deal with the money miser Let's cry for this bad man I sing a song for the bad man Well, you treat me right baby, I'll treat you right That's the way its supposed to be I put my faith down in my friend And he almost put an end to me Well I work seven days a week Eight when I am able When you take money from me you take food from my mama's table Let's cry for this bad man I wrote a song for the bad man Oh baby you know who you are Let's cry for this bad man I wrote a song for the bad man way down in Georgia Well, you treat me right baby, I'll treat you right That's the way its supposed to be I put my faith down in my friend And he almost put an end to me Well, when you take my money baby when you hurt my family I go walkin' through the swamps without no shoes Step on a snake it scares you Let's cry for this bad man I wrote a song for the bad man BR)Oh let's cry for this bad man I wrote a song for the bad man Oh baby straight to you He's so bad, so bad |
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| 4:20 |
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Well this life that I've lead has took me everywhere
There ain't no place I ain't never gone But its kind of like the saying that you heard so many times Well there just ain't no plae like home Did you ever see a she-gator protect her young Or a fish in a river swimming free Did you ever see the beauty of the hills of Carolina Or the sweetness of the grass in Tennessee And Lord I can't make any changes All I can do is write 'em in a song I can see the concrete slowly creepin' Lord take me and mine before that comes Do you like to see a mountain stream a-flowin' Do you like to see a youngun with his dog Did you ever stop to think about, well, the air your breathin' Well you better listen to my song And Lord I can't make any changes All I can do is write 'em in a song I can see the concrete slowly creepin' Lord take me and mine before that comes I'm not tryin' to put down no big cities But the things they write about us is just a bore Well you can take a boy out of ol' Dixieland But you'll never take ol' Dixie from a boy And Lord I can't make any changes All I can do is write 'em in a song I can see the concrete slowly creepin' Lord take me and mine before that comes 'Cause I can see the concrete slowly creepin' Lord take me and mine before that comes |
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| 9. |
| 4:19 |
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Life is so strange when its changin', yes indeed Well I've seen the hard times and the pressure's been on me But I keep on workin' like the workin' man do And I've got my act together, gonna walk all over you (chorus) Gimme back my bullets Put 'em back where they belong Ain't foolin' around 'cause I done had my fun Ain't gonna see no more damage done Gimme back my bullets Sweet talkin' people done ran me out of town And I drank enough whiskey to float a battleship around But I'm leavin' this game one step ahead of you And you will not hear me cry 'cause I do not sing the blues (chorus) Gimme back my bullets Put 'em back where they belong Ain't foolin' around 'cause I done had my fun Ain't gonna see no more damage done Gimme back, gimme back my bullets Oh, put 'em back... where they belong Been up and down since I turned seventeen Well I've been on top, and then it seems I lost my dream But I got it back, I'm feelin' better everyday Tell all those pencil pushers, better get out of my way (chorus) Gimme back my bullets Put 'em back where they belong Ain't foolin' around, 'cause I done had my fun Ain't gonna see no more damage done Gimme back, gimme back my bullets Oh put 'em back where they belong Gimme back my bullets |
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| 10. |
| 5:36 |
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Well he walks so tall to be so small Never met a man who's stranger He lives his life for a dollar sign And to deal with him is dangerous He knocked me down but I'm on my feet Now I'm so much wiser I'd rather quit and go back home Than to deal with the money miser Let's cry for this bad man I sing a song for the bad man Well, you treat me right baby, I'll treat you right That's the way its supposed to be I put my faith down in my friend And he almost put an end to me Well I work seven days a week Eight when I am able When you take money from me you take food from my mama's table Let's cry for this bad man I wrote a song for the bad man Oh baby you know who you are Let's cry for this bad man I wrote a song for the bad man way down in Georgia Well, you treat me right baby, I'll treat you right That's the way its supposed to be I put my faith down in my friend And he almost put an end to me Well, when you take my money baby when you hurt my family I go walkin' through the swamps without no shoes Step on a snake it scares you Let's cry for this bad man I wrote a song for the bad man BR)Oh let's cry for this bad man I wrote a song for the bad man Oh baby straight to you He's so bad, so bad |
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