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Do you know me? ..
Of course you do! .. Though maybe you haven't seen me in a little while I'm that drum beat comin' through your car radio And I'm that thumpin' bass that drags you along with the rhythm I'm that part of music that makes you wanna dance I'm a pure gospel song issuing forth from a Sunday morning church house Jesus! .. Jesus .. Jesus .. Jesus .. Jesus .. Jesus .. Jesus .. Jesus .. Jesus .. Jesus ..Jesus! I'm a happy crystal ring of a high mountain fiddle I'm the blues at midnight oozing out of a back street honky-tonk I'm draw my nourishment from the teeming streets of New York City The lonely grain covered plains of Minnesota From cabaret and camp meeting, and bayou and beer joint and good times and ghettos I was born in a house of New Orleans travelling up the river on the North bound paddle leaders I was nurtured in the Mississippi delta when seeds of the blues sprang forth in the rich black soil I was there when Elvis learned to sing, when BB got his first guitar I'm black and white and smooth and rough and hard and soft I'm the roots of American music And I'm always there just the local service And when the chaff of trend and bad is swept aside I'm exposed again Strong, pulsating and very much alive The winds of change may blow the tree away But the roots remain, then, now and until the end |
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I was takin a trip out to L.A.
Toolin along in my cheverolet Tokin on a number and diggin on the radio Just as I crossed the Mississippi line I heard that highway start to whine And I knew that left rear tire was about to blow Well the spare was flat and I got uptight Cause there wasn't a filling station in sight So I just limped on down the shoulder on the rim I went as far as I could and when I stopped the car It was right in front of this little bar Kind of a red-neck lookin joint called the Dew Drop Inn I stuffed my hair up under my hat And told the bartender that I had a flat And ywould he be kind enough to give me change for a one There was one thing I was sure proud to see There wasn't a soul in the place except for him and me He just looked disgusted and pointed toward the telephone I called up the station down the road a ways He said he wasn't very busy today And he could have somone out there in just about 10 minutes or so He said," Now, you just stay right where yer at!" And I didn't bother to tell the darn fool That I sure as hell didn't have anyplace else to go I just ordered up a beer and sat down at the bar When some guy walked in and said, "Who owns this car With the peace sign, the mag wheels and the four on the floor?" He looked at me and I damn near died And I decided that I'd just wait outside So I laid a dollar on the bar and headed for the door Just when I thought I'd get outta there with my skin These 5 big dudes come strollin in With one old drunk chick and some fella with green teeth I was almost to the door when the biggest one Said, "You tip your hat to this lady, son!" And when I did, all that hair fell out from underneath Now the last thing I wanted was to get into a fight In Jackson Mississippi on a Saturday night Especially when there was three of them and only one of me They all started laughin and I felt kinda sick And I knew I better think of something pretty quick So I just reached out and kicked old green teeth right in the knee Now he let out a yell that'd curl yer hair But before he could move I grabbed me a chair And said "Now watch him Folks cause he's a thoroughly dangerous man!" "You may not know it but this man is a spy. He's a undercover agent for the FBI And he's been sent down here to infiltrate the Ku Klux Klan!" He was still bent over holdin on to his knee But everybody else was looking and listening to me And I laid it on thicker and heavier as I went I said, "Would you believe this man has gone as far As tearing Wallace stickers off the bumpers of cars. And he voted for George McGovern for President." "Well, he's a friend of them long haired, hippy-type, pinko fags! I betchya he's even got a commie flag tacked up on the wall inside of his garage." "He's a snake in the grass, I tell ya guys. He may look dumb but that's just a disguise, He's a mastermind in the ways of espionage" They all started lookin real suspicious at him And he jumped up and said "Now just wait a minute Jim! You know he's lying I been living here all of my life!" "I'm a faithful follower of Brother John Birch And I belong to the Antioch Baptist Church. And I aint even got a garage, you can call home and ask my wife!" Then he started saying somethin bout the way I was dressed But I didn't wait around to hear the rest I was too busy moving and hoping I didn't run outta luck When I hit the ground I was making tracks And they were just taking my car down off the jacks So I threw the man a twenty and jumped in and fired that mother up Mario Andretti wouldda sure been proud Of the way I was movin when I passed that crowd Coming out the door and headed toward me at a trot And I guess I should of gone ahead and run But somehow I just couldn't resist the fun Of chasing them all just once around the parking lot Well they headed for their car, but i hit the gas And spun around and headed them off at the pass I was slinging gravel and putting a ton of dust in the air I had them all out there steppin and fetchin Like their heads was on fire and their asses was catchin then I figgered I had better go ahead and split before the cops got there When I hit the road I was really wheelin Had gravel flyin and rubber squeelin And I didn't slow down till I was almost to Arkansas I think I'm gonna reroute my trip I wonder if anybody'd think I'd flipped If I went to L.A., via Omaha |
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Well the train to Grinder's Switch is runnin' right on time
And the Tucker boys are cookin' down in Caroline People down in Florida can't be still When ol' Lynyrd Skynyrd's pickin' down in Jacksonville People down in Georgia come from near and far To hear Dicky Betts pickin' on that red guitar Chorus: So gather round Gather round children get down You can get down children be loud You can be loud here and be proud You can be proud here be proud you a rebel Cause the south's gonna do it again Elvin Bishop's sittin' on a bale of hay Damn right hansome and he sure can play There's ZZ Top and you can't forget That old brother Willie's gettin' soakin' wet And all the good people down in Tennessee Are diggin' barefoot Jerry and the CDB Chorus: So gather round Gather round children get down You can get down children be loud You can be loud here and be proud You better be proud here be proud you a rebel Cause the south's gonna do it again and again, and again, and again |
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| 4. |
| 4:52 |
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"Trudy"
Call up Trudy on the telephone Send a letter in the mail Tell her I'm hung up in Dallas And they won't let me outta this jail And if she asks you how I'm fairing Tell her I'm just about to lose my mind Worried about old Johnny Lee Walker And the girl I left behind Now Johnny Lee Walker was a card mechanic Had a hand for trouble and a eye for cash Luckiest man in Dallas County He had a gold watch chain and a black mustache And he loved his whiskey and he loved his women Drove a big long Cadillac limosine Kept a big fine fancy townhouse in Dallas And a hotel suite in New Orleans Carried a switchblade knife in his left hip pocket And a .44 hog leg up under his coat Cut you down in a New York minute If he catch you cheating that was all she wrote So call up Trudy on the telephone Send her a letter in the mail Tell her I'm hung up in Dallas And they won't let me outta this jail If she asks you how I'm fairing Tell her I'm just about to lose my mind Worried about old Johnny Lee Walker And the girl I left behind I just got to town last Friday evening Sure as hell didn't mean to stay I was on my way back to Louisiana Had a powerful thirst and six months pay I met a peroxide blonde in a bar on D-ville I was flying high and feeling mean Poured down a bottle and a half of red eye I dropped 35 dollars in the slot machine And the boys in the back was dealing 7 card I set down and won me a 110 I was raking in chips like Grant took Richmond Till big Johnny Lee come a strolling in He ripped off the table like a 707 Pretty soon he done won all of my bread I accused him of cheating he reached for a pistol I grabbed a chair and went upside of his head Then I took off a running like a motorcycle Heard the bullets whining and sirens wail But it took half the cops in Dallas County Just to put one boy in jail So call up Trudy on the telephone Send her a letter in the mail Tell her I'm hung up in Dallas And they won't let me outta this jail And if she asks you how I'm fairing Tell her I'm just about to lose my mind Worried about old Johnny Lee Walker And the girl I left behind |
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| 4:03 |
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People say I'm no good, and crazy as a loon
'Cause I get stoned in the mornin', I get drunk in the afternoon Kinda like my old blue tick hound, I like to lay around in the shade And I ain't got no money, but I damn sure got it made 'Cause I ain't askin' nobody for nothin' If I can't get it on my own If you don't like the way I'm livin' You just leave this long haired country boy alone Preacher man talking on TV, puttin' down the rock and roll Wants me to send a donation, 'cause he's worried about my soul He said, "Jesus walked on the water.", and I know that it's true But sometimes I think that preacher man, would like to do a little walkin' too But I ain't askin' nobody for nothin' If I can't get it on my own If you don't like the way I'm livin' You just leave this long haired country boy alone A poor girl wants to marry, a rich girl wants to flirt A rich man goes to college, a poor man goes to work A drunkard wants another drink of wine, and a politician wants your vote I don't want much of nothing at all, but I will take another toke 'Cause I ain't asking nobody for nothin' If I can't get it on my own If you don't like the way I'm livin' You just leave this long haired country boy alone |
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| 3:03 |
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"Texas"
There's a place not too far away from here Out with the cows and the Lone Star beer Where the livin' and lovin' is quite all right with me Well they call it Texas and it's a mighty fine place to be Runs from Texarkana to El Paso And Oklahoma down to old Mexico And there's Houston, Dallas, Austin and San Antone People in Texas sure do make you feel at home They just want everybody to leave them alone While they drink their whiskey and roll their own And they like their music with a little bit of southern sound They kick up their heels every evening when the sun goes down And you can call them country and they don't care And if you don't like the way they wear their hair You can take your like and shove 'em on up the line People in Texas don't care if the sun don't shine |
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| 2:49 |
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I woke up on a cement floor this mornin',
My head felt like somebody been walkin' on it, Don't know how I got here, Don't remember nothin' at all, but if I done all the things that they say I did, well I sure musta had a ball 'Cause in 30 more days I'm goin' back home, to see that gal of mine, but the Wichita Jail is a long long way from the Tupelo County line, I gotta do my time Well I ain't got a cent of the money I had I spent it Shirts tore, my shoes got a big hole in it, There's a king size knot on the side of my head and I got one big black eye But brother if you think I look bad, you oughtta see that other guy 'Cause in 30 more days I'm goin' back home, to see that gal of mine, but the Wichita Jail is a long long way from the Tupelo County line, I gotta do my time Well this nine pound hammer feels like it weighs a ton makin lil ones outta big ones in this red hot Kansas sun I just hope I can make it 30 more days and get out of this mess I'm in, and if I ever get back to Mississippi I ain't ever gonna leave again 'Cause in 30 more days I'm goin' back home, to see that gal of mine, but the Wichita Jail is a long long way from the Tupelo County line, I gotta do my time I gotta do my time I gotta do my time I gotta do my time |
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| 3:35 |
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"Sweet Louisiana"
Well, I thought I'd go out to Tulsa And ride in a rodeo Red beans and rice sure would be nice Back where the Mississippi River flows And it's a long way back to Vicksburg Mississippi River is muddy and wide But it don't seem like much When sweet Louisiana's waitin' on the other side Well, there's a lot of room up in Canada Where a man can catch his breath But the men are bold and the women are cold And you damn near freeze to death And it's a long way back to Vicksburg Mississippi River is muddy and wide But it don't seem like much When sweet Louisiana's waitin' on the other side There's pretty girls in Kansas City And a man can have a ball But the women in Ouachita Parish Drive a young man up the wall And it's a long way back to Vicksburg Mississippi River is muddy and wide But it don't seem like much When sweet Louisiana's waitin' on the other side Well, I thought I'd go out to Tulsa And ride in a rodeo Red beans and rice sure would be nice Back where the Mississippi River flows And it's a long way back to Vicksburg Mississippi River is muddy and wide But it don't seem like much When sweet Louisiana's waitin' on the other side 'Cause it don't seem like much When sweet Louisiana's waitin' on the other side |
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| 10:54 |
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"Saddle Tramp"
Well you pass around the pipe and you all get high Never even stop and wonder why Maybe it's because you wanna die Maybe it's just the way things have to be You stay up late and drink too damn much whiskey You know that sort of thing is kind of risky Maybe it's just because you like to feel frisky Maybe it's just because you like to feel free Saddle Tramp How many people watch you ridin' by Like a thunder cloud that floats Across the Arizona sky And wonder if they're looking At a mighty happy man Or just a lonely breeze that drifts Across the endless desert sand Well it's gettin' kinda cold in Readosa Abilene ain't gettin' any closer One more drink, one more hand of poker ‘Cause a fool and his money's Gonna have to part You're too proud to ever show your sorrow You don't steal and you won't beg or borrow You may be here today but you're gone tomorrow There ain't no strings on your boot heels Or your heart Saddle Tramp How many people watch you ride away Wonder why you never promise To come back some day Maybe thinking you were holding All the pieces in your hand Or are they slippin' through your fingers Like the endless desert sand |
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| 5:02 |
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"High Lonesome"
Just you and me and a little white pup Sittin' here waiting for the sun to come up To keep the chill away Drinkin' our coffee at the first crack of dawn Watchin' a doe while she nuzzles her fawn It's my favorite time of the day CHORUS: High Lonesome God don't ever let this mountain change High Lonesome I hope you will always stay the same Sometimes in the evening when everything's still Sweet mountain music floats over the hill On a laurel-scented breeze Sometimes when nightbirds are scolding the mist I think I might know where heaven is It's just above the trees CHORUS High Lonesome God don't ever let this mountain change High Lonesome I hope you will always stay the same Watchin' my summertimes turnin' to falls Seein' my song growing honest and tall Keeps me satisfied If I live forever or I die today All I would ask is you just let me lay Here on this mountainside CHORUS High Lonesome God don't ever let this mountain change High Lonesome I hope you will always stay the same |
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| 3:20 |
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"Midnight Wind"
He blew in town at midnight and he didn't mean to stay He found her just at closing time at the Alamo Cafe And the way he smiled and carried on it kinda made her day So by the time that she left he left with her And she let him borrow money and she let him drive her car She didn't really trust him but she done and gone too far When the midnight moon is shining when it's shining down the way If he blew in on the midnight wind he may never pass this way again She knew down in her heart that he would only stay awhile But sometimes she was a woman and sometimes she was a child Then just about the time that she was learning how to smile One Tuesday night he came up missing And sometimes now she thinks she hears his footsteps cross the floor But it's just that midnight wind howling around the door When the midnight moon is shining... When the midnight moon is shining... |
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| 3:37 |
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The Devil went down to Georgia. He was lookin' for a soul to steal.
He was in a bind 'cause he was way behind. He was willing to make a deal When he came across this young man sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot. And the Devil jumped upon a hickory stump and said "Boy, let me tell you what." "I bet you didn't know it, but I'm a fiddle player, too. And if you'd care to take a dare I'll make a bet with you. Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy, but give the Devil his due. I'll bet a fiddle of gold against your soul 'cause I think I'm better than you." The boy said, "My name's Johnny, and it might be a sin, But I'll take your bet; and you're gonna regret 'cause I'm the best there's ever been." Johnny, rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard. 'Cause Hell's broke loose in Georgia and the Devil deals the cards. And if you win you get this shiny fiddle made of gold, But if you lose the devil gets your soul. The Devil opened up his case and he said, "I'll start this show." And fire flew from his fingertips as he rosined up his bow. And he pulled the bow across the strings and it made an evil hiss. And a band of demons joined in and it sounded something like this. When the Devil finished, Johnny said, "Well, you're pretty good ol' son, But sit down in that chair right there and let me show you how it's done." "Fire on the Mountain." Run, boys, run! The Devil's in the house of the rising sun; Chicken's in the bread pan picking out dough. Granny, does your dog bite? No, child, no. The Devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat. And he laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Johnny's feet. Johnny said, "Devil, just come on back if you ever wanna try again, 'Cause I've told you once--you son of a bitch--I'm the best there's ever been." And he played: "Fire on the Mountain." Run, boys, run! The Devil's in the house of the rising sun; Chicken's in the bread pan picking out dough. Granny, does your dog bite? No, child, no. |
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| 5:26 |
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"Reflections"
I remember you back in nineteen fifty six You had all the moves And you knew all the tricks You left all the ladies in a hell of a fix When your voice took wings Then you'd shake around and Oh, how you'd sing Just an old boy from Memphis With a big diamond ring A country girl's prayer And a city girl's dream, hail the king But it's all right now Keep on singin' loud It's all right now Heaven should be proud The fifties left town on a crowded dance floor The sixties came in with a bang and a roar The world heard a knock It was Janis at the door, they let her in And when it seemed This whole world was fallin' apart The houselights would fall And the music would start She'd be givin' us all a piece of her heart Once again But it's all right now Keep on singin' loud It's all right now Heaven should be proud It was October in St. Louis town When we heard that the Free Bird had fell to the ground And we all said a prayer Before we went down to play And Ronnie, my buddy Above all the rest I miss you the most And I loved you the best And now that you're gone I thank God I was blessed, Just to know you But it's all right now Keep on singin' loud It's all right now Heaven should be proud |
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| 4:18 |
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If you ever go back into Wooly Swamp son you better not go at night
There's things out there in the middle of them woods That'd make a strong man die from fright There's things that crawl and things that fly And things that creep around on the ground And they say the ghost of Lucias Clay gets up and it walks around Chorus: But I couldn't believe it, I just had to find out for myself And I couldn't conceive it, I never would listen to nobody else No I couldn't believe it, I just had to find out for myself That there's some things in this world you just can't explain The old man lived in the Wooly Swamp way back in the gurgling woods And he never did do a lot of harm in the world But he never did do no good People didn't think too much of him They all thought he acted funny The old man didn't care about people anyway All he cared about was his money He'd stuff it all down in Mason jars and bury it all around But on certain nights if the moon was right He'd dig it up out of the ground He'd pour it all out on the floor of his shack And run his fingers through it Old Lucias Clay was a greedy old man And that's all there ever was to it Chorus The Crayton boys were white trash they lived over on Parvis Creek They were a real snake and sneaky as a cat And belligerent when they'd speak One night the oldest brother said ya'll meet in the Wooly Swamp later We'll get old Lucias' money and we'll pitch him to the alligators They found the old man out in the back with a shovel in his hand And thirteen rusty Mason jars he just dug up out of the sand And they all went crazy and they beat the old man Then they picked him up off the ground Then they threw him in the swamp and they stood there and laughed Till the black water sucked him down Then they turned around and went back to the shack And they picked up the money and ran But they hadn't gone nowhere when they realized They were running in quicksand And they struggled and screamed but they couldn't get away Then just before they were gone They could hear that old man laughing In a voice that was loud and strong Now that's been fifty years ago an' if you go back by there again There's a spot in the yard in back of that shack Where the ground is always wet And on certain nights if the moon is right And you're down by the dark footpath You can hear three young men screaming And you can hear that old man laugh Repeat verse 1 Chorus... |
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| 3:54 |
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Got on a plane in 'Frisco
And got off in Vietnam I walked into a different world The past forever gone I could have gone to Canada Or I could have stayed in school But I was brought up differently I couldn't break the rules Thirteen months and fifteen days The last ones were the worst One minute I'd kneel down and pray And the next I'd stand and curse No place to run to Where I did not feel that war When I got home I stayed alone And checked behind each door Cuz I'm still in Saigon Still in Saigon I am still in Saigon In my mind The ground at home was covered in snow And I was covered in sweat My younger brother calls me a killer And my daddy calls me a vet Everybody says I'm someone else And I'm sick and there's no cure Damned if I know who I am There was only one place I was sure When i was still in Saigon Still in saigon I am still in saigon In my mind Every summer when it rains I smell the jungle, I hear the planes I can't tell no one, I feel ashamed Afraid some day I'll go insane That's been ten long years ago And time has gone on by Now and then I catch myself Eyes searching through the sky All the sounds of long ago Will be forever in my head Mingled with the wounded cries And the silence of the dead 'Cuz I'm still in Saigon Still in Saigon I am still in Saigon In my mind I am still in Saigon I am still in Saigon Yes, I'm still in Saigon In my mind |
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| 3:34 |
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See that man in the field over yonder
With dirt on his hands and a loan on his back He's the man that puts the food on your table He's the man that grows the clothes on your back Were running a mile out of the house he was born in Tending on the sidelines and watching him fall Selling his land to the big corporations What you gonna do when they get it all He's been rolled for sure treated like a outlaw Turned down sold out, put out to graze He's been pushed you know when he can push no more It gets a little harder everyday [chorus] He's the American farmer And he damn hard to beat Better wake up America, wake up America Coz if the man don't work then the people don't eat He's sending the high tech stuff of to Russia I can't figure what where doing it for We should be sending the wheat and meat and cotton Coz a loaf of bread never started no war See that man in the middle of city Eatin' outta garbage cans, sleepin' in the street See that baby, moping in the kitty To make ends meet It's a damn disgrace on the face of America Hungry people everywhere you go Children in Africa starving by the fields While the land lays fallow and the banks foreclose [chorus] He's an American, he's an American, he's an American, American farmer Never him through Coz if he goes down swinging You better know where gonna go down swinging to [chorus] I said the people don't eat I said the people don't eat |
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| 4:31 |
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| 4:19 |
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Midnight train, roll on
Midnight train, roll on Clear them tracks and keep that whistle blowin Take this stranger on to Santa Fe It seems like romance and danger Follow this here tall dark stranger all along the way Well the train was rumblin through the night heading south to Santa Fe And in a fancy car, with a private bar, and a personal valet There was a bunch of cold eyed men a sittin at a poker table Bettin hot stakes all around Ole Louisiana Lou had a knife in his shoe, was dealin' a hand of cards And ole Stagger Lee Crocket had a gun in his pocket, was sweatin bettin hard And over in the corner this Mexican guy with two gold teeth and a patch on his eye Took a long hard look around And then the door flew open, the stranger walked in and said don't ya'll get excited I know this here's a private game, and I know I wasn't invited But I got a roll that'd choke a mule I'm just about a big enough fool to lay it all right down And everybody nodded as the stranger took his seat He knew this bunch of cutthroat's would be mighty hard to beat As the stranger knew then the toughest two by far were where he sat Was a pot belly fellow from south Alabama, and a dude in a black felt hat Midnight Train, roll on Midnight Train, roll on Well clear them tracks and keep that whistle blowin Take this stranger on to Santa Fe It seems like romance and danger Follow this here tall dark stranger all along the way Well the stranger sat down he looked around at all them evil faces And the pot-belly fellow drew a pair of queens, but the stranger he drew aces And he kept on raising and pushin his luck, kept on winning like a run away truck He was giving them a beating And the stakes got higher than a Chinese kite, the stranger kept getting hot Till every cent everybody had was lying out in that pot Then the stranger threw down a royal flush, Somebody said a?Hey Man, that's enough friend I think you've been cheatin" And then the stranger picked the money up and said a?Boys I better runa? And then the bot-bellyed fella pulled a razor out and somebody pulled a gun They said a?You may think you're a sly old fox, you're gonna leave here in a long pine box if you don't leave that money alone" Just about then the lights went out, and they all started fussin And the lights came on, the stranger was gone, they all started cussin And they searched that train from front to rear The stranger he done disappeared, and all their money was gone When the train pulled in the station, with the whistle blowin loud A telegram was waitin, from the stranger for the crowd Said a?Thank you for the money boys, but don't feel too outdone Cause It takes a dog to know a dog I'm a howlin son of a gun. Midnight Train, roll on Midnight Train, roll on Well clear them tracks and keep that whistle blowin Take this stranger on to Santa Fe It seems like romance and danger Follow this here tall dark stranger all along the way |
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I ain't nothin' but a simple man
They call me a redneck I reckon that I am But there's things going on That make me mad down to the core. I have to work like a dog to make ends meet There's crooked politicians and crime in the street And I'm madder'n hell and I ain't gonna take it no more. We tell our kids to just say no Then some panty waist judge lets a drug dealer go Slaps him on the wrist and then he turns him back out on the town. Now if I had my way with people sellin' dope I'd take a big tall tree and a short piece of rope I'd hang 'em up high and let 'em swing 'til the sun goes down Well, you know what's wrong with the world today People done gone and put their Bible's away They're living by the law of the jungle not the law of the land The good book says it so I know it's the truth An eye for and eye and a tooth for a tooth You better watch where you go and remember where you been That's the way I see it I'm a Simple Man. Now I'm the kinda man that'd not harm a mouse But if I catch somebody breakin in my house I've got twelve guage shotgun waiting on the other side So don't go pushing me against my will I don't want to have to fight you but I dern sure will So if you don't want trouble then you'd better just pass me on by As far as I'm concerned there ain't no excuse For the raping and the killing and the child abuse And I've got a way to put an end to all that mess Just take them rascals out in the swamp Put 'em on their knees and tie 'em to a stump Let the rattlers and the bugs and the alligators do the rest You know what's wrong with the world today People done gone and put their Bible's away They're living by the law of the jungle not the law of the land The Good Book says it so I know it's the truth An eye for and eye and a tooth for a tooth You better watch where you go and remember where you been That's the way I see it I'm a Simple Man |
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Well, I went down to Nashville
In 1973 And they won't nobody in Music City Wanted anything to do with me They said, ?Boy you sure dress funny And you just don't fit our crowd And your music's weird, your hair's too long And you play that guitar way too loud? I said, "Yeah, I know, I'm different I know, I'm not the same And you may drive a big Cadillac car But I ain't gonna play your game? And you can put me down in this guitar town And I ain't gonna be afraid 'Cause I'm a proud walkin', slow talkin' Hard headed, high steppin' genuine renegade Well, I ain't afraid to tell you what's on my mind I just ain't the bashful type I go all the way for the U.S.A. 'Cause I love them stars and stripes I ain't never been scared of nothin' And I'm a renegade to the bone So if you're looking for trouble better bring you some help I'm a little bit more than you can handle alone I'm mighty proud of Dixie I'm just full of Southern pride I'm a catfish connoisseur And I know, I'm countryfied I get an ornery streak sometimes when I speak But I guess, it's just the price I paid 'Cause I'm a hard drivin' survivin' Four wheelin', straight dealin' genuine renegade And you can put me down in this guitar town I ain't gonna be afraid 'Cause I'm a proud walkin', slow talkin' Hard headed, high steppin' genuine renegade |
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| 3:36 |
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Well if this old fiddle could talk
If this old fiddle could sing Man if this old fiddle could only talk It could tell you some wondrous things Talk to me fiddle Tell me about when you came across the sea In the hands of a Jewish immigrant who was longing to be free And you were part of his life for forty years Through times both lean and fat As he raised his family and lived out his days In a New York tenement flat Talk to me fiddle Tell me about how that Cajun fiddlin' man Found you in a pawn shop and took you back down To the Louisiana bayou land You knew his wife and you knew his kids And you watched his family grow And you played your heart out Cajun style At the Louisiana Fais Do Do Well talk to me fiddle Then a big shot Yankee gambler found you down in New Orleans And took you up the river on the Mississippi Queen Then there came the day that you were all That he had left to lose And a black man won you in a poker game And taught you how to play the blues Cry for me fiddle The a young man from the mountains of Kentucky came along And he bought you for a dollar And took you all the way back home He gave you to his grandpa on his golden wedding day And the people would come from miles around just to hear the old man play Dance for me fiddle Then a hobo from Biloxi found you living in the rain And he got himself a free ride on a west-bound cattle train And you got off in Texas Where they play that western swing Where the people do the two-step And old Bob Wills was the king Swing for me fiddle If this old fiddle could talk If this old fiddle could sing Man if this old fiddle could only talk It could tell you some wondrous things You've been bouncing around America from sea to shining sea Now your traveling days are over fiddle 'cause you belong to me |
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| 10. |
| 3:02 |
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"Layla"
What will you do when you get lonely With nobody waitin by your side? You've been running and hiding much to long You know it's just your foolish pride CHORUS: Layla, you got me on my knees Layla, I'm begging darling please Layla, darling won't you ease my worried mind Layla, you got me on my knees Layla, I'm begging darling please Repeat Chorus Repeat Chorus Let's make the best of the situation Before I finally go insane. Please don't say we'll never find a way And tell me all --- my love's in vain Repeat Chorus Repeat Chorus |
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| 3:42 |
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"Drinkin' My Baby Goodbye"
Sittin' on a bar stool actin' like a durn fool That's what I'm a-doin' today Sitting' her drinkin' tryin' to keep from thinkin' I'm a boozin' my troubles away Well now I couldn't make her stay, well doggone her anyway She can't say that I didn't try. Pour me another one, I'm finished with the other one I'm drinkin' my baby goodbye. Everytime we disagreed She was always askin' me Are you a man or a mouse? Now that she's gone She probably thinks I'm home Just a mopin' around the house She probably thinks that she's the one thing I just couldn't get along without Well wouldn't it surprise her I got a sympathizer As long as these bottles hold out Sittin' on a bar stool actin' like a durn fool That's what I'm a-doin' today. Sitting' her drinkin' tryin' to keep from thinkin' I'm a boozin' my troubles away. Well now I couldn't make her stay, well doggone her anyway She can't say that I didn't try. Pour me another one, I'm finished with the other one I'm drinkin' my baby goodbye. Every time I try to sit down and talk to her It always ends up in a fuss. I tried to reason with her right up to the time She got on that Greyhound bus. It would be better if I could forget her 'Cause she sure forgot about me. And if takes all night I'm gonna' do it right I'm gonna' sit here till I can't see. Sittin' on a bar stool actin' like a durn fool That's what I'm a-doin' today Sitting' her drinkin' tryin' to keep from thinkin' I'm a boozin' my troubles away Well now I couldn't make her stay well doggone her anyway She can't say that I didn't try Pour me another one, I'm finished with the other one I'm drinkin' my baby goodbye |
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| 3:37 |
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Oh I know wanna sound weak is lookin' old and time to seek
While the hooker in the doorway Leaves to turn another cheek And the jukebox in the camberlay Is blearin' out the blues But the blues is just a way of life On honky-tonk Avenue Where the swingers and the hustlers And the evening people dwell Where the neon shines toward heaven While it lights the way to hell Time to survive and time to stay alive S'about all a man can do You can make it anywhere If you can make it out there On Honky-tonk Avenue Where all birds of a feather Were out here on the street in all kinds of weather Were all in this thing together Were just trying to make a living Just trying to get by It's a one-way street to nowhere Where nothing's as it seems It's a multi-car junkyard Full of a thousand broken dreams And it's the end of the line Where the sun don't shine And there's nothing left to lose Well it sure ain't a lot but it's all that we've got On Honky-tonk Avenue Where all birds of a feather Were out here on the street in all kinds of weather Were all in this thing together Were just trying to make a living Just trying to get by Were just trying to make a living Just trying to get by Oh I know wanna sound weak is lookin' old and time to seek |
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| 13. |
| 4:26 |
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Every time I hear a fiddle and it's cookin' just a little
Well, it makes me want to jump up and run And if he's sawing with some soul boogie woogie rock 'n' roll Well, I know I'm gonna have some fun And when the rosin' starts to fly and I'm lookin' in the eye Like I'm just about to blow a fuse Mama, call the doctor 'cause your boy has got The rocking boogie woogie fiddle country blues I met a man from Tennessee, this is what he said to me He said, "Music is a rhapsody" He picked up his violin, stuck it underneath his chin And started playing me a symphony I said, "That ain't the way it's done, let me see that fiddle son And I sawed him off a chorus or two" He said, "You'd better call the doctor 'cause I think I've got The rocking boogie woogie fiddle country blues" Now if you want to play me some fiddle I'll tell you right from the start You'd better play me something lowdown hoedown honking I don't want to hear no funeral march It's got to pick me up and roll me over It's got to make me want to jump up and sing If it ain't buzzing like a beehive, kick it into overdrive Or it don't mean a doggone thing So let me rosin' up my bow and I think that I can show you The way I like to play this thing Let's put some boogie rhythm in it, kick it on up to the limit I'm gonna put some fire on these strings And if you feel your feet start moving to the beat And you feel like you've got ants in your shoes Well you'd better call the doctor 'cause you've probably got The rocking boogie woogie fiddle country blues |
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| 14. |
| 5:05 |
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Daniels
You can dance around if you want to But there’s some thing a man don’t wanna do And if you see him comin’ walkin’ down the street You better jump right Outta his way Everyone knows it’s a street skit Every time he comes to town Coz he’s got somethin’ in his left hip The blues down walk around Funky-junky Funky-junky He’s on Missouri Boulevard About a half o’ mile south of the graveyard Better run an leap through funky old dirt Go one don’t find no shame This old muskrat barbeque And a sweetness on the railroad track He’s gotta tiger in his living room He gotta monkey on his back Funky-junky Funky-junky |
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| 3:25 |
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"Boogie Woogie Fiddle Country Blues"
Every time I hear a fiddle and it's cookin' just a little Well it makes me want to jump up and run And if he's sawing with some soul boogie woogie rock n' roll Well I know I'm gonna have some fun And when the resin starts to fly and I'm looking in the eye Like I'm just about to blow a fuse Mama call the doctor 'cause your boy has got The rocking Boogie Woogie Fiddle Country Blues I met a man from Tenessee this is what he said to me He said music is a rhapsody He picked up his violin stuck it underneath his chin And started playing me a symphony I said that ain't the way it's done let me see that fiddle son And I sawed him off a chorus or two He said you'd better call the doctor 'cause I think I've got The rocking Boogie Woogie Fiddle Country Blues Now if you want to play me some fiddle I'll tell you right from the start You'd better play me something lowdown hoedown honking I don't want to hear no funeral march It's got to pick me up and roll me over It's got to make me want to jump up and sing If it ain't buzzing like a beehive, kick it into overdrive Or it don't mean a doggone thing So let me resin up my bow and I think I can show you The way I like to play this thing Let's put some boogie rhythm in it kick it on up to the limit I'm gonna put some fire on these strings And if you feel your feet start moving to the beat And you feel like you've got ants in your shoes Well you'd better call the doctor 'cause you've probably got The rocking Boogie Woogie Fiddle Country Blues |
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