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People say I?m no good
And crazy as a loon ?Cause I get stoned in the morning - 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?br />?f 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 talkin?on T.V. 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 ?d like to do a little walkin?too. But I ain?t askin?nobody for nothin?br />?f I can?t get it on my own. ?f you don?t like the way I?m livin? You just leave this long-haired country boy alone. A poor girl wants to marry And a rich girl wants to flirt. A rich man goes to college And a poor man goes to work. A drunkard wants another drink of wine And a politician wants the vote. I don?t want much of nothing at all, But I will take another toke. But I ain?t askin?nobody for nothin?br />?f I can?t get it on my own. ?f you don?t like the way I?m livin? You just leave this long-haired country boy alone. |
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Well, the train to Grinder's Switch is runnin' right on time
And them Tucker Boys are cookin' down in Caroline People down in Florida can't be still When ol' Lynyrd Skynrd's pickin' down in Jacksonville People down in Georgia come from near and far To hear Richard Betts pickin' on that red guitar So gather 'round, gather 'round chillin' Get down, well just get down chillin' Get loud, well you can be loud and be proud Well you can be proud, hear now Be proud you're a rebel 'Cause the South's gonna do it again and again Elvin Bishop sittin' on a bale of hay He ain't good lookin', but he sure can play And 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 C.D.B So gather 'round, gather 'round chillin' Get down, well just get down chillin' Get loud, well you can be loud and be proud Well you can be proud, hear now Be proud you're a rebel 'Cause the South's gonna do it again and again ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By DANIELS, CHARLES EDWARD <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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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 Candaa 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 I pray 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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Here you come again and here i go
Down that same old street i already know that same sweet voice those same old lies Ive drawn in to the world behind your eyes And I try to go away but I know its only try When everything I could ever want is there behind your eyes behind your eyes More... |
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Mississippi Queen, You know what I mean
Mississippi Queen, She taught me everything Went down around Dick's place, around Louisiana way Where lived the Cajun Lady, aboard the Mississippi Queen You know she was a dancer. She moved better on wine While the rest of them dudes were gettin' their kicks Boy, I beg your pardon, I was gettin' mine Mississippi Queen, If you know what I mean Mississippi Queen, She taught me everything This lady she asked me, if I would be her man You know that I told her, I'd do what I can To keep her lookin' pretty, buy her dresses that shine While the rest of them dudes were makin' their friends Boy, I beg your pardon, I was loosin' mine You know she was a dancer. She moved better on wine While the rest of them dudes were gettin' their kicks Boy, I beg your pardon, I was gettin' mine Yeah, Mississippi Queen ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By LAURENCE LANG, FELIX PAPPALARDE, DAVID REA, LESLIE WEST <i>Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group</i> |
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Well the eagle's been flyin' slow
And the flag's been flyin' low And a lotta people sayin' that America's fixin' to fall Well speakin' just for me And some people from Tennessee We've got a thing or two to tell you all This lady may have stumbled But she aint never failed And if the Russians don't believe that They can all go straight to hell We're gonna put her feet back On the path of righteousness and then God bless America again And you never did think That it ever would happen again ( In America, did you ) You never did think That we'd ever get together again ( We damn sure could ) Yeah, we're walkng real proud And we're talkin' real loud again ( In America ) You never did think That it ever would happen again From The Sound up in Long Island Out to San Francisco Bay And everthing that's in between them Is our own And we may have done a little bit Of fightin' amongst ourselves But you outside people best leave us alone 'Cause we'll all stick together And you can take that to the bank That's the cowboys and the hippies And the rebels and and the yanks You just go and lay your hand On a Pittsburgh Steelers' fan And I think you're gonna finally understand TWICE |
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