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| 2:58 | 
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My horse is kicking dust up off the trail, I'm just getting back from a trip to HELL. My six gun she's stapped by my side, Thunder is the horse that I ride. And it seems to me this is one hell of a way, For a man like me to earn that pay. Chorus: Outlaws on the loose. I wonder what they feel like when they're dying. Running, running from the noose. Blue steel flashing, hot lead flying, Is it worth the money I earn? Someday soon it might be my turn, For a man like me to earn that pay. And it seems to me this is one hell of a way, Outlaws on the loose, Chorus: Running, running from the noose. I'm a bounty hunter, I'll hunt you down, yeah, I will. LEAD BREAK It will....ha, ha, ha Did you know $500 will get your head blown off? Blue steel flashing, hot lead flying, I wonder what they fell like when they're dying. Is it worth the money I earn? Someday soon it might be my turn, And it seems to me this is one hell of a way, For a man like me to earn that pay. Outlaws on the loose, Running, running from the noose, Chorus: (REPEAT), I'm a bounty hunter going to hunt you down.
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| 6:16 |
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I've been to Alabama, people ain't a whole lot to see; Skynyrd says it's a real sweet home but it ain't nothing to me. Charlie Daniels will tell you the good Lord lives in Tenessee, ha! But I'm going back to gator country where the wine and the women are free. Chorus: There's a gator in the bushes, he's calling my name, And a saying come on boy, you better make it back home again. There's a gator in the bushes, Lord, he calling my name. There's many roads I've travelled but they all kind of look the same. Old Richard Betts will tell ya Lord he was born a Ramblin' Man. Well he can ramble back to Georgia but I won't give a damn. Elvin Bishop out struttin his stuff with little Miss Slick Titty Boom. But I'm going back to gator country to get me some elbow room. Chorus: There's a gator in the bushes he's calling my name. And saying come on boy, you better make it back home again. There's a gator in the bushes, Lord, he calling my name. Yep. There's many roads I've travelled but they all kinda look the same. There's Marshall Tucker riding a rainbow searching for a pot of gold. Well they can take the highway, baby, and they can take all they can hold. The Outlaws down in Tampa town it's a mighty fine place to be. They got green grass and got high tides and sure looks good to me. Chorus: There's a gator in the bushes, he's calling my name. There's so many roads I've travelled but they all kinda look the same. Saying come on boy, you better make it back home again. There's a gator in the bushes , Lord, he's calling my name. LEAD BREAK Oh gator country, A little bit of that chomp chomp LEAD BREAK
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| 3. |
| 3:01 |
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New York City, you're so big and tough,
Well here we come, baby, struttin' our stuff. Well we look kinda freaky we're pretty damn bad. Cause Southern cookin' is all we've ever had. Oh, cook 'em up some greens, baby. I've seen the mountains up in Tennessee. Sweet little hill women satisfied me. We all know it's tough and it's an uphill battle. But we're running 'em hard baby, sitting in the saddle. Oh, come on baby. New York City you're so big and tough. My pistols are loaded, I feel rough. Well. we've heard of your punks and high heeled steppers. We're bad southern boys and don't you forget us. |
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| 4. |
| 3:18 |
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Oh, listen to my story:
Life is getting stranger baby. As we travel on. People don't know the difference no more between right and wrong. Say it's going to be a cold dark night when the creeper comes along. Watch out for the steel blade, baby, All shiny and long. Chorus: I say it's going to be a cold dark night Oh, when the Creeper come along. Yea. He's tall, he's short, he's fat, he's thin. He's out for vengence. He's out to win. The road he walks is dark and dim. Don't let him catch you out on a limb. He'll cut your throat, baby, He'll stick you in the back. Drive off in your Cadillac. He's more trouble than you think. He'll kill you sugar, leave you in the drink. Chorus: Say, it's going to be a cold dark night Oh, when the creeper comes along. LEAD BREAK |
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| 3:04 |
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There's a small jail in Georgia you all know,
Where the sun's so hot and the daylight don't show. Where the moccasin she rests on a soft bed of sand, You can hear the hound dog howling out the land. Chorus: It ain't the way I wanted it. But Lord that's the price you pay. I said jailer bring me water for my throat is dry, Four walls, steel bars, I've been watching passersby, I've been sitting here so long I'm starting to cry, The hangman's coming, I'm surely going to die. Chorus: It ain't the way I wanted it. But Lord that's the price you pay. Oh, honk on it, boy, A little jail cell blues here. LEAD BREAK I shot a man in Macon over a poker game, I killed another in Atlanta just to build my fame, Well, now I hear the hammers they're pounding out my name. It ain't the way I wanted it. But that's the price you pay. It ain't the way I wanted it. But Lord that's the price you pay. Hey jailer, how about that water my throat's still dry, Four walls, steel bars, I've been watching passersby, I've been sitting here so damn long I'm starting to cry, The hangman's coming I'm surely going to die. It ain't the way I wanted it. But Lord that's the price you pay, (REPEAT), It ain't the way I wanted it, But Lord that's the price you pay. Oh, you done out of rope son. |
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| 7:06 |
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Just one more morning I had to wake up with the blues. Went up on the mountain to see what I could see. The whole world was falling right down in front of me. Pulled myself out of bed, put on my walking shoes. Chorus: 'Cause I'm hung up on my dreams I'll never see. Yeah babe, oh help me babe. Or this will surely be the end of me, yeah. Climb down off the hilltop baby, Pull myself together, put on a new face, 'Cause I'm hung up on dreams I'll never see, Yeah babe, oh help me babe, And get back in the race. Or this will surely be the end of me, yeah.
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| 7. |
| 3:00 |
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Well, I've been stepped on, baby,
By people I thought were my friends. I tried so hard to make it, But the bad tiems never end. I got just one thing now baby, One thing on my mind. Gonna pack it up, little darlin', And leave you far behind. I'll be running, Yes, I'll be running on down the line. Well, I've been locked up, oh yes They threw away the key When I needed you then bad, woman, You up and ran out on me. I got just one thing now, baby, One thing on my mind Gonna pack it up, little darlin', Ain't no use in crying. I'll be running, Yes, I'll be running on down the line. Yea, life was so sweet, little baby Now I've got my doubts. I don't remember checking in But I'm soon to check out Got just one thing now, baby One thing on my mind Gonna pack it up, yes, Mama This time I ain't lying. I'll be running, Yes, I'll be running on down the line I'll be running, Yes, I'll be running on down the line |
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| 8. |
| 3:36 |
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Cheatin' woman, don't you play your games,
They're so easy to see through. You spend your time, baby, runnin' around, Well, any old man will do. What about your man out working hard And trying to change his ways Do you think about him while you're playing around Well what have you got to say? You're a cheatin' woman You're sure to get caught up in your lies. Well cheatin' woman, you always come home You don't say nothing at all. Do you really know just what you want Cause you're acting pretty small. Well, what will you do when your looks are gone Mama tell me what happens then? YOu'll pay the price for playing around By coming to a lonely end. You're a cheatin' woman But you sure know how to hide it in your smile You're a cheatin' woman You're sure to get caught up in your lies. Oh, you cheatin' woman Oh, yeah You're a cheatin' woman But you sure know how to hide it in your smile You're a cheatin' woman You're sure to get caught up in your lies. |
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| 3:55 |
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I'm going to tell you about it here,
I can't remember how old I was, When Mama said to me, If it makes you happy, son, Then be what you want to be. Now, Lord, that my arms they're reaching for the sky. The people I thought were my friends are starting to wonder why, And I say Chorus: Have some trust in your old friend, baby, I'll be around if you need a helping hand. I've traveled around, Lord, playing my songs almost for free, If you're wondering what it's worth, it means the world to me. Now all they do is turn their heads when I walk by, I can't see why they don't understand, hell, they just wondering why, And I say Chorus: Have some trust in your old friend, baby, I'll be around if you need a helping hand. The time has come for me to say these words to all of you. Y'all always trusted me before, well I am doing what I got to do, You talk about me behind my back and play your foolish games. But when it comes to real trust, baby, It's worth much more than fame. Have some trust in your old friend, baby, I'll be around if you need a helping hand. (REPEAT) |
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