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I wake up tired and I wake up pissed
Wonder how I ended up like this I wonder why things happen like they do But I don't wonder long 'cause I got a show to do I'm sick at my stomach from the A.Z.T. Broke at my bank 'cause that shit ain't free But I'm here to stay, at least another week or two And I can't die now 'cause I got another show to do Don't give me no pity, don't give me no grief With till I die for sympathy Just help me with this amp and a guitar or two I can't die now 'cause I got another show to do Don't give me no preachin' no self servin' And I ain't no angel but nobody's deserving I can dance on my own grave, thank you But I can't die now 'cause I got another show Some people keep sayin', I can't last long But I got my bands, I got my songs Liquor, beer and nicotine to help me along And I'm drunk and stubborn as they come Chain smokin', guitar pickin', 'til I'm gone Gone, gone, gone I ain't got no political agenda Ain't got no message for the youth of America Except "Wear a rubber and be careful who you screw" And come see me next Friday 'cause I got another show Some people stop livin' long before they die Work a dead end job just to scrape on by But I keep livin' just to bend that note in two And I can't die now 'cause I got another show |
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| 2. |
| 4:30 |
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I met your mama when I was sixteen
You couldn't have been anymore than three She caught me stealing y'all's color TV She called the cops and they arrested me She was the wildest thing I'd ever seen The way she pointed that shotgun at me The police hauled my ass off to jail Your mama signed the trailer to help make the bail She picked me up and drove me home Said I'll learn you not to roam? Green green grass under my feet But all I can think about's the dirt underneath Bulldozers and dirt Bulldozers and dirt Behind the trailer, my desert Them red clay piles are heaven on earth I get my rocks off, bulldozers and dirt I got a pickup that's up on blocks And I'm up to my ass in debt and hock And I can't get the red stains off of my socks And I can't get you off of my mind I've lived with your mama for eleven years Through good times, and bad times, fist fights and tears But something comes over me when you come near So won't you come over and sip on this beer Bulldozers and dirt bulldozers and dirt Behind the trailer, my desert I don't mean no harm, I just like to flirt But most of all I like bulldozers and dirt Most of all I like bulldozers and dirt |
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| 4:55 |
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Church blew up in Birmingham
Four little black girls killed for no goddamn good reason All this hate and violence can't come to no good end A stain on the good name. A whole lot of good people dragged through the blood and glass Blood stains on their good names and all of us take the blame Meanwhile in North Alabama, Wilson Pickett comes to town To record that sweet soul music, to get that Muscle Shoals sound Meanwhile in North Alabama, Aretha Franklin comes to town To record that sweet soul music, to get that Muscle Shoals sound And out in California, a rock star from Canada writes a couple of great songs about the Bad shit that went down "Southern Man" and "Alabama" certainly told some truth But there were a lot of good folks down here and Neil Young wasn't around Meanwhile in North Alabama, Lynyrd Skynyrd came to town To record with Jimmy Johnson at Muscle Shoals Sound And they met some real good people, not racist pieces of shit And they wrote a song about it and that song became a hit Ronnie and Neil Ronnie and Neil Rock stars today ain't half as real Speaking their minds on how they feel Let them guitars blast for Ronnie and Neil Now Ronnie and Neil became good friends their feud was just in song Skynyrd was a bunch of Neil Young fans and Neil he loved that song So He wrote "Powderfinger" for Skynyrd to record But Ronnie ended up singing "Sweet Home Alabama" to the lord And Neil helped carry Ronnie in his casket to the ground And to my way of thinking, us southern men need both of them around Ronnie and Neil Ronnie and Neil Rock stars today ain't half as real Speaking their minds on how they feel Let them guitars blast for Ronnie and Neil |
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| 4. |
| 5:18 |
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Your Daddy was mad as hell
He was mad at me and you When he tied that chain to the front of my car and pulled me out of that ditch that I slid into Don't know what his problem is Why he keeps sending me away Don't know why I put up with his shit When you don't put out and Zip City's so far away Your Daddy is a deacon down at the Salem Church of Christ And he makes good money as long as Reynolds Wrap keeps everything wrapped up tight Your Mama's as good a wife and Mama as she can be And your sister's puttin' that sweet stuff on everybody in town but me Your brother was the first-born, got ten fingers and ten toes And it's a damn good thing cause he needs all twenty to keep the closet door closed Maybe it's the twenty-six mile drive from Zip City to Colbert Heights Keeps my mind clean Gets me through the night Maybe you're just a destination, a place for me to go A way to keep from having to deal with my seventeen-year-old mind all alone Keep your drawers on, girl, it ain't worth the fight By the time you drop them I'll be gone And you'll be right where they fall the rest of your life You say you're tired of me taking you for granted Waiting up till the last minute to call you up and see what you want to do Well you're only fifteen, girl, you ain't got no secretary And "for granted" is a mighty big word for a country girl like you I think it's just your Daddy talking Cause he knows that blood red carpet at the Salem Church of Christ Ain't gonna ever see no wedding between me and you Zip City it's a good thing that they built a wall around you Zip up to Tennessee or zip right down to Alabama I got 350 heads on a 305 engine I get ten miles to the gallon I ain't got no good intentions |
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| 4:21 |
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Dropped acid, Blue Oyster Cult concert, fourteen years old
And I thought them lasers were a spider chasing me. On my way home, got pulled over in Rogersville Alabama, with a half-ounce of weed and a case of Sterling Big Mouth. My buddy Gene was driving, he just barely turned sixteen. And I'd like to say, "I'm sorry", but we lived to tell about it And we lived to do a whole lot more crazy, stupid shit. And I never saw Lynyrd Skynyrd but I sure saw Molly Hatchet With .38 Special and the Johnny Van Zant Band. One night when I was seventeen, I drank a fifth of vodka on an empty stomach, then drove over to a friend's house And I backed my car between his parents' Cadillacs without a scratch. Then crawled to the back door and slithered through the key hole, and sneaked up the stairs And puked in the toilet. I passed out and nearly drowned but his sister, DD, pulled me out. And I never saw Lynyrd Skynyrd but I sure saw Molly Hatchet And the band that I was in played "The Boys are Back in Town". Skynyrd was set to play Huntsville, Alabama, in the spring of 77, I had a ticket but it got cancelled. So, the show, it was rescheduled for the "Street Survivors Tour". And the rest, as they say, is history. So I never saw Lynyrd Skynyrd but I sure saw Ozzy Osbourne with Randy Rhoads in 82 Right before that plane crash. And I never saw Lynyrd Skynyrd but I sure saw AC/DC With Bon Scott singing,"Let There Be Rock Tour" With Bon Scott singing, LET THERE BE ROCK! |
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| 5:42 |
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Well my daddy didn't pull out, but he never apologized
Rock and Roll means well, but it can't help tellin' young boys lies A baby on the ways a good enough reason to get you out alive Get you out without having to swallow any pride All my friends are restless, all they do is talk it down Two or eight lanes, it don't matter, it's just another town There's a fool on every corner, on every street in every one And I'd rather be your fool nowhere than go somewhere and be no one's So marry me, sweet thing won't you marry me Your Mama thinks I beat anything she's ever seen But this old towns alright with me, there's nowhere I'd rather be Long as they stay mad at one another, well they can't get mad at me Every time I leave here something bad happens to me Like a busted hand or finding some man laying where I sleep She don't mean nothing to me, that's just how it goes round here It's a cartoon town, I play my part and I ain't spoke her name in years So marry me, sweet thing won't you marry me Your Mama thinks I beat anything she's ever seen Well this old towns alright with me, there's nowhere I'd rather be Long as they stay mad at one another, well they can't get mad at me Let's go I don't want anything I done to be nobodys fault Even if they got more money and mouth than they got balls Well that's just how it went down, right or wrong, it's just that way They're just, 'cause I don't run my mouth don't mean I got nothing to say Marry me, sweet thing won't you marry me Your Mama thinks I beat anything she's ever seen Well this old towns alright with me, there's nowhere I'd rather be Long as they stay mad at one another, well they can't get mad at me So marry me, sweet thing won't you marry me Marry me, sweet thing won't you marry me |
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| 3:28 |
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I've always been a religious man
I've always been a religious man But I met the banker and it felt like sin He turned my bailout down The banker man, he let into me Let into me, let into me The banker man, he let into me And spread my name around He thinks I ain't got a lick of sense 'Cause I talk slow and my money's spent I ain't the type to hold it against But he better stay off my farm 'Cause it was my daddy's and his daddy's before And his daddy's before and his daddy's before Five generations and an unlocked door And a loaded burglar alarm Lots of pictures of my purdy family Lots of pictures of my purdy family Lots of pictures of my purdy family In the house where I was born House has stood through five tornadoes Droughts, floods, and five tornadoes I'd rather wrestle an alligator Than to face the banker's scorn 'Cause he won't even look me in the eye He just takes my land and apologize With pen, paper, and a friendly smile He says the deed is done The sound you hear is my daddy spinning The sound you hear is my daddy spinning The sound you hear is my daddy spinning Over what the banker done Like to invite him for some pot roast beef And mashed potatoes and sweet tea Follow it up with some banana pudding And a walk around the farm Show him the view from McGee town hill Let him stand in my shoes and see how it feels To lose the last thing on earth that's real I'd rather lose my legs and arms Bury his body in the old sink hole Bury his body in the old sink hole Bury his body in the old sink hole Under cold November sky Then damned if I wouldn't go to church on Sunday Damned if I wouldn't go to church on Sunday Damned if I wouldn't go to church on Sunday And look the preacher in the eye |
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| 5:27 |
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Life ain't nothing but a blending up of all the ups and downs
Dammit Elvis, don't you know You made your Mama so proud Before you ever made that record, before there ever was a Sun Before you ever lost that Cadillac that Carl Perkins won Mr. Phillips found old Johnny Cash and he was high High before he ever took those pills and he's still too proud to die Mr. Phillips never said anything behind nobody's back Like "Dammit Elvis, don't he know, he ain't no Johnny Cash" If Mr. Phillips was the only man that Jerry Lee still would call sir Then I guess Mr. Phillips did all of Y'all about as good as you deserve He did just what he said he was gonna do and the money came in sacks New contracts and Carl Perkins' Cadillac I got friends in Nashville, or at least they're folks I know Nashville is where you go to see if what they said is so Carl drove his brand new Cadillac to Nashville and he went downtown This time they promised him a Grammy He turned his Cadillac around Mr. Phillips never blew enough hot air to need a little gold plated paperweight He promised him a Cadillac and put the wind in Carl's face He did just what he said he was gonna do and the money came in sacks New contracts and Carl Perkins' Cadillac Dammit Elvis, I swear son I think it's time you came around Making money you can't spend ain't what being dead's about You gave me all but one good reason not to do all the things you did Now Cadillacs are fiberglass, if you were me you'd call it quits |
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| 4:06 |
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You want to grow up to paint houses like me
A trailer in my yard till you're 23 You want to be old after 42 years Keep dropping the hammer and grinding the gears Well, I used to go out in a Mustang A 302 Mach One in green Me and your Mama made you in the back And I sold it to buy her a ring And I learned not to say much of nothing And I figured you already know But in case you don't or maybe forgot I'll lay it out real nice and slow Don't call what your wearing an outfit Don't ever say your car is broke Don't worry about losing your accent A Southern Man tells better jokes Have fun but stay clear of the needle Call home on your sister's birthday Don't tell them you're bigger than Jesus Don't give it away, don't give it away Six months in a St. Florian foundry They call it Industrial Park Then hospital maintenance and Tech School Just to memorize Frigidaire parts But I got to missing your Mama And I got to missing you too And I went back to painting for my old man And I guess that's what I'll always do So don't let him take who you are boy And don't try to be who you ain't And don't let me catch you in Ken dale With a bucket of wealthy-man's paint Don't call what your wearing an outfit Don't ever say your car is broke Don't sing with a fake British accent Don't act like your family's a joke Have fun, but stay clear of the needle Call home on your sister's birthday Don't tell them you're bigger than Jesus Don't give it away, don't give it away |
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| 4:14 |
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I got a brand new car that drinks a bunch of gas
I got a house in a neighborhood that's fading fast I got a dog and a cat that don't fight too much I got a few hundred channels to keep me in touch I got a beautiful wife and three tow-headed kids I got a couple of big secrets I'd kill to keep hid I don't know God but I fear his wrath I'm trying to keep focused on the righteous path I got a couple of opinions that I hold dear A whole lot of debt and a whole lot of fear I got an itch that needs scratching but it feels alright I got the need to blow it out on Saturday night I got a grill in the backyard and a case of beers I got a boat that ain't seen the water in years More bills than money, I can do the math I'm trying to keep focused on the righteous path I'm trying to keep focused as I drive down the road On the ditches and the curves and the heavy load Ain't bitching bout things that aren't in my grasp Just trying to hold steady on the righteous path There's this friend of mine I've known all my life Who can't get it right no matter how hard he tries He's got kids he don't see and several ex-wives And a list of bad decisions bout eight miles wide Trouble with the law and the IRS And where he'll get the money's anybody's guess He's a long way off but if you was to ask He'd say he's trying to stay focused on the righteous path Trying to keep focused as we drive down the road Like we did back in High School before the world turned cold Now the brakes are thin and the curves are fast We're trying to hold steady on the righteous path We're hanging out and we're hanging on We're trying the best we can to keep keeping on We got messed up minds for these messed up times And it's a thin thin line separating his from mine Trying to hold steady on the righteous path 80 miles and hour with a worn out map No time for self-pity or self-righteous crap Trying to stay focused on the righteous path |
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| 3:37 |
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I went stumbling through the fog trying to find a reason for the things I told her
She woke up sunny side down and I was still thinking I was too proud to flip her over Between the champagne hand jobs and the kissin' ass by everyone involved Cocaine rich comes quick and that's why the small dicks have it all So I'll meet you at the bottom if there really is one They always told me when you hit it you'll know it But I've been falling so long it's like gravity's gone and I'm just floatin' Those little demons ain't the reasons for the bruises on your soul you've been neglecting You'll never lose your mind as long as your heart always reminds you where you left it And don't ever let them make you feel like saying what you want is unbecoming If you were supposed to watch your mouth all the time I doubt your eyes would be above it So I'll meet you at the bottom if there really is one They always told me when you hit it you'll know it But I've been falling so long it's like gravity's gone and I'm just floatin' Between the champagne hand jobs and the kissing ass by everyone involved What used to be is gone and what ought to be ought not to be so hard So I'll meet you at the bottom if there really is one They always told me when you hit it you'll know it But I've been falling so long it's like gravity's gone and I'm just floatin' I've been falling so long it's like gravity's gone and I'm just floatin' I've been falling too long it's like gravity's gone and I'm just floatin' |
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| 5:25 |
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Let this be a lesson to you, girl
Don't come around where you know you don't belong They're riding on the avenue and probably coming after you And they all look mean and strong Mean and strong like liquor, mean and strong like fear Strong like the people from South Alabama And mean like the people from here Take it from me, we ain't never gonna change And Daddy used to empty out his shotgun shells And fill 'em full of black-eyed peas He'd aim real low and he tear out your ankles Or rip right through your knees There ain't much traffic on the highway There ain't much traffic on the lake 'Cause the ATF and the ABI got everything they could take Didn't take it from me, they didn't take it from me Take it from me We ain't never gonna change We ain't doin' nothin' wrong We ain't never gonna change So, shut your mouth and play along Well, I thought about going in the army I thought about going overseas I wouldn't have trouble with a piss test Only problem is my bad left knee My brother got picked up at Parker's Got him a ride in a new Crown Vic They said that he was movin' on with federal level But they couldn't really make it stick Take it from me We ain't never gonna change We ain't doin' nothin' wrong We ain't never gonna change So, shut your mouth and play along And you can throw me in the Colbert County jailhouse You can throw me off the Wilson Dam But there ain't much difference in the man I wanna be And the man that I really am We ain't never gonna change We ain't doin' nothin' wrong We ain't never gonna change Just shut your mouth and play along We ain't never gonna change We ain't never gonna change We ain't never gonna change We ain't never gonna change |
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| 5:03 |
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Come walk with me through endless time
See what has been and what the future sees Share the wisdom of the old world that has passed Step in a life that's yet to be born You spill the blood Eternal soul I'll show you sights that you would not believe Experience pleasures thought unobtained At one with evil that has ruled before Now smell the stench of immortality You spill the blood Eternal soul Spill your blood, let it run on to me Take my hand and let go of your life Close your eyes and see what is me Raise the chalice, embrace for evermore You've spilt the blood I'll have your soul |
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| 5:24 |
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They powered up the city with hydro-electric juice
Now we got more electricity we can ever use They flooded out the hollow and all the folks down there moved out But they got paid so there ain't nothin' else to think about Some of them made their living cutting the timber down Snaking it one log at a time up the hill and into town T.V.A. had a way to clear it off real fast Lots of men and machinery build a dam and drown the rest Uncle Frank lived down the park, down on Cedar Creek Bought fifteen acres when he got back home from overseas Fifteen rocky acres, figured no one else would want Till all that backed up water had to have some place to go Uncle Frank couldn't read or write Never held down a job or needed one in his life They assured him there'd be work for him in town building cars It's already going down The cars never came to town and the roads never got built And the price of all that power kept on going straight uphill And banks around the hollow sold for lake-front property Where doctors, lawyers, and musicians teach their kids to water ski Uncle Frank couldn't read or write So there was no note or letter found where he died Just a rope around his neck And the kitchen table turned on it's side |
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| 4:51 |
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Once upon a time, my advice to you would have been go out and find yourself a whore
But I guess I've grown up, because I don't give that kind of advice anymore Gonna be a world of hurt Gonna be a world of hurt Gonna be a world of hurt I was 27 when I figured out that blowing my brains out wasn't the answer So I decided, maybe I should find a way to make this world work out for me And my good friend Paul was 83 when he told me; that "To love is to feel pain" And I thought about that then and I've thought about that again and again Gonna be a world of hurt Gonna be a world of hurt Gonna be a world of hurt "To love is to feel pain" there ain't no way around it The very nature of love is to grieve when it is over The secret to a happy ending is knowing when to roll the credits Better roll them now before something else goes wrong Know it's a wonderful world, if you can put aside the sadness And hang on to every ounce of beauty upon you Better take the time to know it, If you feel anything at all Gonna be a world of hurt Gonna be a world of hurt Gonna be a world of hurt So if what you have is working for you, or you think that it stands a reasonable chance, and whatever's broken seems fixable and nothing's beyond repair If you still think about each other and smile before you remember how screwed up it's gotten or maybe still dream of a time less rotten Remember, it ain't too late to take a deep breath and throw yourself into it with everything you've got It's great to be alive Gonna be a world of hurt Gonna be a world of hurt Gonna be a world of hurt |
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