The Charlie Daniels Band

Well, her name was Maria
She came from [unverified]
She had a passion for diamonds and gold
She done broke every heart
In Flueto bi Arta
By the time she was eighteen years old

Then she left for Las Vegas
With Senor Rodreguez
She didn't care what anybody would think
And when she came back
She had two Cadillacs and a mink

Well, he came from Kentucky
All the boys called him 'Lucky'
He loved to ramble around and have fun
A wild-eyed joker with a talent for poker
And a good lookin' son of a gun

Strong as a bear
Kinda devil may care
But he had a weakness, alright
For good lookin' ladies
And falling in love for the night

He met Maria in a small bar in Mexico City
Where him and his buddies had gone
Down to see the bullfight

He took on look in those flashy brown eyes
And said, "Here we go again"

When these high powered lovers
Got a look at each other
They thought it was love at first sight
They danced and got high
And then by and by

She came up to his room for the night
Then that high-totin' mama
Left for Yokohana
With a millionaire from San Antone
And when Lucky woke up
His loot and his lady were gone

Now he sits in Louisville drownin'
In sour mash whiskey
While she rides through the streets
Of Juarez in a long limousine

She took his pride
And a whole lot besides
And she just don't give a damn

I guess that's what you get
For fallin' in love for the night
I guess that's what you get
For fallin' in love for the night

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.

He was nobly born
Had a spanish bull's horn
And not one scar on his hansom face

He stood like a prince
And he had ever since
He had grandly walked into the place

Though the girls of Madrid
Tonight were forbid
For tomorrow he must fight once more

Before he left the bar
He would dance with them all
Cause he was El Toreador

The day of the feast
Was just a lie in the east
When he left Maria's warm bed

Her dark eyes said more
But he walked through the door
Shaking cobwebs of dreams from his head

And later that day
As he knelt to pray
He said God grant me this nothing more

If it is the way
And I must die today
Let me die like a Toreador

The pageant he chose
Shook from the roar
As the band played the Toreador's theme

Alarmed by the sound
The bull paws the ground
As the Toreador enters the ring

Up and down, round and round
On and on, all alone

The Plaza del Toros
Shook from the roar
As the band played the Toreador's theme

Alarmed by the sound
The bull paws the ground
As the Toreador enters the ring

Up and down,
Round and round
On and on, all alone

The shouts of ole
In the heat of the day
Rushed the hot blood to his Spanish heart

And the crowd held their breath
As he flirted with death
And the bull fighter's sword found it's mark

And trying to hide
The wound in his side
He walked from the ring standing tall

And a crowd gathered round
As he fell to the ground
A priest held his hand
Where he lay in the sand
And he was heard to say
A brave bull died today
But he died like a Toreador

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Written By CHARLIE DANIELS, CHARLIE HAYWARD, TAZ DI GREGORIO, TOMMY CRAIN, FRED EDWARDS, JIM MARSHALL
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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

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.:
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.
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 nowheres 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 yound men screaming
And you can hear that old man laugh.
(V-1)...
From: "Nancy Wood"

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.

Cumberland Mountain Number Nine

Baby don't ya cry 'cause momma's coming home
Poppa goin' bring you back some chitlins and some corn
Last frost done took its loss right down to the bone
We're lucky we still got room to roam

Goin' there to here is almost at a halt
Don't you go off blaming God, you know it ain't his fault
One time when life was fine someone found the wine
Cumberland Mountain Number Nine

That still was the best damn still they ever did make
Wouldn't stand for nothing less, stand for no mistake
Last Fall we made a haul and filled the limestone mine
Cumberland Mountain Number Nine

Chorus
Winter come a change
Spring bring the rain
We weren't meant to stay the same
One thing for sure
We done found the cure,
Cumberland Mountain Number Nine

Black coal from the strip mine way up north at Jellico
Kept the brew running smooth along the Thunder Road
Way back down in Bear Tree Gap the devil's juice flowed fine
Cumberland Mountain Number Nine

The FB- and the TV- I had followed us for years
Eventually they got the scent and nabbed us by the hair
Man said son I'll blow up everything between your ears
You got to face bout 20 years.

Chorus
Winter come a change
Spring bring the rain
We weren't meant to stay the same
And now from this cell
I've a story to tell....
Cumberland Mountain Number Nine
Cumberland Mountain Number Nine

"Dixie On My Mind"

It rained all night in Frisco and my sleeping bag got soaked
I woke up this morning, I was cold and wet and broke
I lit up my last cigarette at the California line
But I got Dixie on my mind

I flagged down a semi going into Denver town
It was snowing in them Rockies and he had to shut her down
And them Colorado Rocky Mountains sure are lookin' fine
But I got Dixie on my mind

Well, I got me a ride through Texas on a flat bed diesel truck
He said, "Where are you going?", I said "It don't matter much"
Just drop me anywhere below that Mason Dixon line
'Cause I got Dixie on my mind

I love that sippin' whiskey, Carolina Mountain Dew
And them Alabama hotcakes and that Georgia burnin' stew
I'm crazy about magnolia trees and honeysuckle vines
And I got Dixie on my mind

Just drop me anywhere below that Mason Dixon line
'Cause I got Dixie on my mind
I got Dixie on my mind

"It's My Life"

It's my life, God was the one to give it
And I ain't gonna let nobody tell me how to live it
It's my song, right or wrong
You can tag along or you can stay behind

They're my troubles
Don't you let them worry you none
'Cause when I signed on to be a man
I, I knew I was gonna have some

Like I say, go or stay either way
You ain't gonna change my life
You ain't gonna change my life

When I'm low down and I'm lazy
And I'm ragged but I'm real
And I ain't never been nobody's pride and joy
Yeah, and you can take a boy out of the country
But you can't take the country out of the boy

Well, it's my troubles
Now don't you let them worry you none
'Cause I signed on to be a man
I figured I was gonna have some

Like I say, go or stay either way
You ain't gonna change my life
You ain't gonna change my life

It's my song, right or wrong
You ain't gonna change my life
I said, it's my life
You ain't gonna change my life, oh no

"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

"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

"Sweetwater Texas"


When I was a young man in Sweetwater Texas
Just one thing stayed on my mind
To ride a white horse over Durango Mountain
And leave Sweetwater Texas behind

Well I turned twenty-one there in Sweetwater Texas
And just one thing made me stay there
I wanted to leave but I was in love with
the girl with the chestnut brown hair

Then there came a time
when she said she be mine
And go any place anytime
So we rode a gray dog over Durango Mountain
And left Sweetwater Texas behind

It was thunderin' and lightin' when we left Nolan County
And the bus rolled along through the night
And ole thirty-six was a magic black demon
leading towards the cities bright lights

It was ten in the mornin' when we rolled in to Houston
Our hopes were as high as the sky
But hopes turned to weeks, then to years, and then forever
I never knew how fast time goes by

And there was cowboys sellin' cars
and country girls in bars
Somehow it just don't seem fair
And I wanted to die 'cause I knew I was losin'
The girl with the chestnut brown hair

So many times I said
I would rather be dead
than to take "downs" to go to bed
and "ups" to clear my head

And if the good Lord see the way
to let me live one more day
I'm so tired of being alone
Gonna ride a white horse over Durango Mountain
And make Sweetwater Texas my home

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

In the southern part of Texas, east and west of El Paso
Where the mighty Franklin Mountains guard the trail to Mexico
There's a new-made widow crying and a hearse a-rollin' slow
I guess the devil's passed this way again.

There's a lathered sorrel stallion running through the Joshua trees
And a young man in the saddle with his coat tails in the breeze.
He's got a six gun on his right hip and a rifle at his knees
And he's dealing in a game that he can't win.

Chorus:
Poor Billy Bonney, you're only 21,
Pat Garrett's got your name on every bullet in his gun.
Every notch you carve on your six gun
Has a bloody tale to tell.
You're a mile ahead of Garrett and a step outside of Hell.

Those fancy clothes you're wearin' and the women in your bed
Can't take away the traces of the men that you've left dead
As you ride across the badlands with a price upon your head
And now the Wheel of Fortune starts to turn.

Your reputation's grown 'til it's the biggest in the land
And there ain't a lot of people left who want to call your hand
And I guess you'll go down shootin' and like all branded men
When you shake hands with the devil you get burned.

Chorus:
Poor Billy Bonney, you're only 21,
Pat Garrett's got your name on every bullet in his gun.
Every notch you carve on your six gun
Has a bloody tale to tell.
You're a mile ahead of Garrett and a step outside of Hell.

"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

"Running With The Crowd"

Come all ye young cowboys and listen to me
And don't waste your life on that ol' hangin' tree
And don't think that size ever makes a man small
You find out it's nothing at all

They know a tension when the old words are said
'Don't cheat in poker and don't lose your head'
Lost cowboys are human and bullets kill dead
Six guns don't make a man tall

'Cause it's all so easy to run with the crowd
And they're a damn good bunch of cowboys
Makes a man feel proud

Do a honest day's work for the money you spend
Be fast with the ladies and slow with the man
Be kind to your horses and true to your friends
And treat every mother's son fair

Don't stay in town late on a Saturday night
Don't let no one tease you into a fight
'Cause when they're saddled with guns
There ain't nobody right
It's a short trail that leads to nowhere

'Cause it's all so easy to run with the crowd
And they're a damn good bunch of cowboys
Makes a man feel proud

'Cause it's all so easy to run with the crowd
And they're a damn good bunch of cowboys
Makes a man feel proud

"Slow Song"

I won't get you near me
I don't blame you
For not seeing my way
Don't you worry, girl
There's just too damn much power

And I won't let it bother me
All that I had
Lets you think of me once in a while

Everybody's got a dream to live long
And I've got one of mine
And I ain't got near to begin with it
So I best be movin' on

And I will think of you with me
And when I do
I don't know if I'll cry or smile

I will think of you with me
And when I do
I don't know if I'll cry or smile

"Turned My Head Around"

When I was very young my daddy took me on his knee
"Son, there's some things I wanna learn ya
Before you get away from me"

"Don't let nobody boss you much
And keep your money clean
Treat a woman like a lady
And your lady like a queen"

But I didn't know what he was talking about
I didn't know what he was trying to say
'Til I got out in this mean old world
And you can turn my head around the other way

When I was eighteen a lady picked me up
From off of the street
She put a new suit on my back
And new boots on my feet

I said, "Thank you, kind lady.
What do you want in return?"
She said, "Young man, put yourself in my hands
And you're damn sure gonna learn"

But I didn't know what she was talking about
I didn't know what she was trying to say
'Til she took me in the back room
And she turned my head around the other way

Right along about this time
The story is rather sad
It was about the time that I turned 21
I thought that I was bad

Then I cussed out this old man
Down here in the beer joint late one night
He said, "Son, if you wanna talk you talk
But if you wanna fight, let's fight"

But I didn't know what he was talking about
I didn't know what he was trying to say
'Til he took me out in the parking lot
And he turned my head around the other way

'Til he took me out in the parking lot
He turned my head around the other way

"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

He's the loosest dude I've ever been exposed to
He loves the bottle and a dirty joke
He likes to hang out on the street
And he'd rather fight than eat
And his nose and the women keep him broke

He's been in every jail from here to Juarez
And every funky old backstreeet saloon
He's a victim of his fate
Born a hundred years too late
And sometimes I think
A hundred years too soon

He's a outlaw, He's a bum
He's a rounder and then some
He's as ornery as a redneck fool can be
He ain't ever gonna be no different
He's a damn good cowboy
And I hope to hell he stays in Tennessee

He didn't finish school or go to college
When he turned 16 he just had to go
And while everyone who did
Was building homes and having kids
He was out West ridin' in some rodeo

He got busted up in Cheyenne last September
And he had to get his hat and pack his trunk
And he came on back to town,
He just kinda hangs around
He's the local hero and the local drunk

He's a outlaw, He's a bum
He's a rounder and then some
He's as ornery as a redneck fool can be
He ain't ever gonna be no different
He's a damn good cowboy
And I hope to hell he stays in Tennessee

You may think he's a little crazy
And you may think that where he's at's nowhere
And in your righteous sight,
You just might be right
But he damn sure did have fun gettin' there

He's a outlaw, He's a bum
He's a rounder and then some
He's as ornery as a redneck fool can be
And if you don't like him you won't like me either
He's a damn good cowboy
And I hope to hell he stays in Tennessee

Daniels-Lynne

Sittin' here in L.A., looking down at my shoes
Drownin' my troubles on small talk & blues
Sittin' here wonderin' if I could have been born to lose

I think movin is losin and now I can see
I let a false hearted woman make a fool outta me
And now all I got left now is a bad case of Birmingham Blues

Chorus:
Days are alright
I can't take these, L.A. nights
This place is a jungle when a man's on his own
I wish I could go home

Had me a fine woman down in Birmingham town
Took care of my money and she didn't play around
All I got left now is a bad case of Birmingham Blues

Chorus

Instrumentals

Repeat 1st verse

Repeat 2nd verse

He's the loosest dude I've ever been exposed to
He loves the bottle and a dirty joke
He likes to hang out on the street
And he'd rather fight than eat
And his nose and the women keep him broke

He's been in every jail from here to Juarez
And every funky old backstreeet saloon
He's a victim of his fate
Born a hundred years too late
And sometimes I think
A hundred years too soon

He's a outlaw, He's a bum
He's a rounder and then some
He's as ornery as a redneck fool can be
He ain't ever gonna be no different
He's a damn good cowboy
And I hope to hell he stays in Tennessee

He didn't finish school or go to college
When he turned 16 he just had to go
And while everyone who did
Was building homes and having kids
He was out West ridin' in some rodeo

He got busted up in Cheyenne last September
And he had to get his hat and pack his trunk
And he came on back to town,
He just kinda hangs around
He's the local hero and the local drunk

He's a outlaw, He's a bum
He's a rounder and then some
He's as ornery as a redneck fool can be
He ain't ever gonna be no different
He's a damn good cowboy
And I hope to hell he stays in Tennessee

You may think he's a little crazy
And you may think that where he's at's nowhere
And in your righteous sight,
You just might be right
But he damn sure did have fun gettin' there

He's a outlaw, He's a bum
He's a rounder and then some
He's as ornery as a redneck fool can be
And if you don't like him you won't like me either
He's a damn good cowboy
And I hope to hell he stays in Tennessee

Crain

Franklin Limestone, always been my home
I was born in Nashville, a place I call my own
Where the mountains, and the rivers, and the valleys
We were married, you and me

We were both so happy just being together
Like a possum in the wood
So please forgive me if I forget to tell you
What you mean to me

Hard cold winter took away my mother
Papa got the fever, Lord he said he couldn't leave her
You carried me through bad times, through the worst times
You were my driving wheel

We were both so happy just being together
Like a possum in the wood
So please forgive me if I forget to tell you
What you mean to me

Workin in a coal mine, slaving in the day time
Lookin to the Good Lord for any peace of mind
The feeling if you left me on that hillside
Would break this heart of mine

We were both so happy just being together
Like a possum in the wood
So please forgive me if I forget to tell you
Lord, what you mean to me

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

"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

Workin' out here on the railroad line
Breaking my back for nickles and dimes
Sweatin' in the hot sun all of the time
Well I wake up and pray that the sun don't shine

Tomorrow morning I swear to my soul
I'm gonna go cut me a hickory pole
And sit right back by the fishin' hole all day

Tomorrow
Tomorrow
Tomorrow's gonna be another day
Tomorrow
Tomorrow
Tomorrow's gonna be another day

[fiddle bridge]

So go tell that man that I won't be back
To lay no more of that railroad track
I got little green weeds growing round my shack
I keep my money in a gunny sack

Well I'm never gonna be a millionaire
Just pass me over 'cause I don't care
I'll sit right back in my easy chair all day

Tomorrow
Tomorrow
Tomorrow's gonna be another day
Tomorrow
Tomorrow
Tomorrow's gonna be another day

Daniels

Willie Jones was a man I met when I lived in Baltimore
I was a guard and he was doing time
In the three long years he stayed there I got to know him well
Willie Jones he was a friend of mine

He used to say buddy you know where I'm going when they let me out of here
Alabama could be heaven if the Lord was there
And he talked about the southland though he'd drifted from its shores
I never seen a man who loved it more

He talked about the whippoorwills in the Alabama night
Honeysuckle vine and sugar cane
Swimming holes and fishing poles and early morning frost
And sleeping under a tin roof when it rained

He talked about a country road and a cabin in the pines
And a girl with wavy long chestnut brown hair
He talked about the beauty of his Blue Ridge Mountain home
And darn near made me think that I was there

He used to say buddy you know where I'm going when they let me out of here
Alabama could be heaven if the Lord was there
When a man ain't got no freedom the time sure passes slow
Willie Jones had ten long years to go

It's been almost a years now since that hot night in July
Willie hit the guard and jumped the fence
I had my rifle ready but I couldn't let it fly
I shot over his head and we ain't seen him since

Then last week the postman brought a letter to my door
Marked No Return Address and No Reply
It just said nobody north of Birmingham is gonna see this boy again
But if you're ever down our way won't you please drop by

He used to say buddy you know where I'm going when they let me out of here
Alabama could be heaven if the Lord was there
And he talked about the southland though he'd drifted from its shores
I never seen a man who loved it more

At a quarter half to four
You came sneaking through the door
Ain't no time for a married woman to get home
In your suede cotton dress
With your lipstick all the mess
You keep tellin' me, you ain't done nothing wrong

Baby, I've got news for you
I've been down that river too
And I think I know the story when I hear one
Yes and lady, just one more thing
Think you better give me back my ring
'Cause when you wake up to see then I'll be gone

Yeah, mama
There goin' be nobody here to keep you home

'Cause you've been cheating again, Juanita
Ain't no need tellin' me another lie
You've been cheating again Juanita
I can see the eagerness in your eyes

You just don't act like an innocent woman
And these crocodile tears are gonna cause you to drown
You've been cheating again, Juanita
I'm gonna do it may way, gonna take the highway down

You can have that fancy car, all I want is my guitar
You can have the bank account and all the rest
And I don't need your alibis, I got bigger fish to fry
Reservations on a jet plane heading west

Yeah, mama, little girl, you might as well
Just save your breath

'Cause you'll be cheating again, Juanita
Ain't no need tellin' me another lie
You'll be cheating again, Juanita
I can see the eagerness in your eyes

You just don't act like an innocent woman
And them crocodile tears are gonna cause you to drown
You've been cheating again, Juanita
Gonna do it my way, gonna take the highway down
You've been cheating again Juanita
Gonna do it my way, gonna take the highway down

Do it now, yeah, you've been cheating again , Juanita

Well, her name was Maria
She came from [unverified]
She had a passion for diamonds and gold
She done broke every heart
In Flueto bi Arta
By the time she was eighteen years old

Then she left for Las Vegas
With Senor Rodreguez
She didn't care what anybody would think
And when she came back
She had two Cadillacs and a mink

Well, he came from Kentucky
All the boys called him 'Lucky'
He loved to ramble around and have fun
A wild-eyed joker with a talent for poker
And a good lookin' son of a gun

Strong as a bear
Kinda devil may care
But he had a weakness, alright
For good lookin' ladies
And falling in love for the night

He met Maria in a small bar in Mexico City
Where him and his buddies had gone
Down to see the bullfight

He took on look in those flashy brown eyes
And said, "Here we go again"

When these high powered lovers
Got a look at each other
They thought it was love at first sight
They danced and got high
And then by and by

She came up to his room for the night
Then that high-totin' mama
Left for Yokohana
With a millionaire from San Antone
And when Lucky woke up
His loot and his lady were gone

Now he sits in Louisville drownin'
In sour mash whiskey
While she rides through the streets
Of Juarez in a long limousine

She took his pride
And a whole lot besides
And she just don't give a damn

I guess that's what you get
For fallin' in love for the night
I guess that's what you get
For fallin' in love for the night

Well the eagle's been flyin' slow
And the flag's been flyin' low
And a lot of 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 ain't never fell
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


CHORUS
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 fooled you )
Yeah, we're walkin' 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 everything 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 the yanks
You just go and lay your hand
On a Pittsburgh Steelers' fan
And I think you're gonna finally understand

CHORUS
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 fooled you )
Yeah, we're walkin' real proud
And we're talkin' real loud again ( In America )
You never did think
That it ever would happen again

(Instrumental)

CHORUS
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 fooled you )
Yeah, we're walkin' real proud
And we're talkin' real loud again ( In America )
You never did think
That it ever would happen again

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

Thinks he's a toughguy
Superfly
Stays high
Sneakin down the alleyway to make another buy

Talkin bout a big deal
Big wheel
Nothins real
Wouldn't know the truth if it looked him in the eye

Sneakin out the back door
Top floor
Dirt poor
You know the boys gonna get himself in jail

Living on the back street
Concrete
Fast speed
Lost in the jungle with the tiger by the tail

Everytime I see him
Everytime I see him
Everytime I see him
He's just barely getting by
Everytime I see him
Everytime I see him
Everytime I see him
He's down there getting high

Midnight siren
Whats it mean
Bad dreams
Shiverin and shakin in the middle of the night

Down in a cold sweat
In debt
Upset
Hidin in the back room to keep ot of sight

Walkin that tough walk
Jivetalk
Double cross
Sneakin down the side street hidin from the sun

Makin them big plans
Big man
Be this man
Gonna make a million but he never gets it done

Everytime I see him
Everytime I see him
Everytime I see him
He's just barely getting by
Everytime I see him
Everytime I see him
Everytime I see him
He's down there getting high

Thinks he's a loverboy
Super joy
Tough toy
Thinks he's kinda sexy but the ladies say he ain't

Nothing but a no class
Jiveass
Movin fast
Wants to be a winner but the monkey says he can't

After hours nightspot
Whatcha got
Hot shot
Gotta keep movin just to keep from going down

The boy won't ever learn
Slow burn
Overturn
End up in a coffin there six feet in the ground

Everytime I see him
Everytime I see him
Everytime I see him
He's just barely getting by
Everytime I see him
Everytime I see him
Everytime I see him
He's down there getting high

Well the eagle's been flyin' slow
And the flag's been flyin' low
And a lot of 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 ain't never fell
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


CHORUS
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 fooled you )
Yeah, we're walkin' 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 everything 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 the yanks
You just go and lay your hand
On a Pittsburgh Steelers' fan
And I think you're gonna finally understand

CHORUS
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 fooled you )
Yeah, we're walkin' real proud
And we're talkin' real loud again ( In America )
You never did think
That it ever would happen again

(Instrumental)

CHORUS
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 fooled you )
Yeah, we're walkin' real proud
And we're talkin' real loud again ( In America )
You never did think
That it ever would happen again

When I was a boy on my daddys knee
thats when he said these words to me,
said listen to what I'm gonna tell you son,
and you can help the world go round.
dont climb no mountain cause you might slip,
and i know you'll drown if saving ships,
heres a gutair all shiny and red,
and it makes a magic sound.

roll, roll, let it roll,
let it flood down to your soul,
let it talk, let it swing,
play that music, let it ring.

now you can pick buddy holly,
chuck berry to, and you can do anything that you wanna do,
wont cause no harm, and never started no wars,
and it sounds like father rain.
they can call it county, they can call it rock,
but I'll play this supper till the day I drop,
if you got any troubles just tune on in
cause it'll ease away your pain.

roll, roll, let it roll,
let it flood down to your soul,
let it talk, let it swing,
play that music, let it ring.

some folks get them college degrees,
and then they open up an office
and they charge big fees,
I never was good for much at all,
except for playin kinda loud.
I could feel it in my feet, hear it in my head,
I even played that music when I'm laying in bed,
it never did get me anywhere at all, but it makes me kinda proud.

roll, roll, let it roll,
let it flood down to your soul,
let it talk, let it swing,
play that music, let it ring.

come on and roll, roll, let it roll,
let it flood down to your soul,
let it talk, let it swing,

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

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

Stroker Ace was born to race.
He had a mean streak ten feet wide.
A son of a gun with a taste for fun and
more than his share of pride.
Take a dirt road curve with the devil's
nerve and make a car dance across the mud.
Hauling shine was his regular line 'til the
track got in his blood.

Was a real hot shot and he bragged a lot but,
man that fool could drive. 'Cause he loved the
feel of the steering wheel and the girls with the
bed-room eyes. And in a racing tide or a bar
room fight old Stroker stole the show. A back
stretch blazer, a real hell raiser and a race
track Romeo.

Mama lock your daughters up
that wild bunch is back in town
And them little girls get frisky
when they hear that racecar sound
They're bringin out the yellow flag,
somebody's brakes have failed
There's an oilslick on the inside
and a wreck along the rail
You better stand on it, Stroker,
cause a bandit's on your tail.

It's a downright joy for a country boy
When he hears them engines moan
But you gotta hang tough and it gets real rough
When you're out there on your own
Cause they'll push you around, they'll knock you down
They'll shove ya up against the wall
And you always know when an engine blows
And a man can't win 'em all
You could push that car
just a little too far any Sunday afternoon
And if you break your neck
in some d---- fool's wreck they'll forget about you soon
But old Stroker Ace was born to race
and it's worth all the trying
Just to drink champagne in the Victory Lane
and to hear that concrete whine

Stroker get your dander up
this ain't no time to lag
You've got to make a lap up
if you want to take that checkered flag
Number ten is closin' in to even up the score
It's time to wave bye-bye and put the pedal on the floor
You better stand on it Stroker
cause you're blowin' off their doors.

Blow their doors off, Stroker. Stand on it, Son. Ah, you good lookin' devil, you.

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.

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...

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

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

The Devil went down to Georgia,
he was looking 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 boy
sawing on a fiddle and playing it hot.
Well the Devil jumped up on a hickory stump,
said, "Boy let me tell you what.
I guess you didn't know it,
but I'm a fiddle player too,
Now if you care to make a dare,
well I'll make a bet with you.
Now you play 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 Jonny and it might be a sin,
But I'll take your bet, you're gonna regret,
'cause I'm the best there's ever been."
Jonny rosin up you bow
and play your fiddle hard.
'cause hell's broke loose in Georgia
and the Devil deals the cards.
And if you win you'll get this shiny
fiddle made of gold,
But if you loose the Devil gets your soul.
So the Devil opened up his case, said,
"I guess I'll start this show."
And fire flew from his finger tips
as he rosined up his bow.
When he drew that bow across the strings,
it made an evil hiss.
Then a band of demons joined in,
it sounded something like this.
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So the Devil finished, Jonny said,
"Well you're pretty good old son.
Sit down in that chair out there,
let me show you how it's done."
He played Fire on the Mountain,
run, boys, run.
The Devil's in the house with the rising sun,
Chicken in the breadpan picking out dough,
Granny does your dog bite, "No, child, no."
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So the Devil bowed his head
because he knew that he'd been beat.
He laid that golden fiddle
on the ground at Jonny's feet.
And Jonny said,
"Devil, just come on back
if you ever want to try again,
'cause I've told you once, you son of a gun,
I'm the best there's ever been."
He played Fire on the Mountain,
run, boys, run.
The Devil's in the house with the rising sun,
Chicken in the breadpan picking out dough
Granny does your dog bite, "No, child, no."

Boylan

Here you are again, and here I go
Down the same old street I already know
That same sweet voice and those same old lies
I'm drawn into the world behind your eyes.

CHORUS
And I try to run away
But I know it's only a try
'Cause everything I could ever want
Is there behind your eyes,
Behind your eyes.

Seeing you again and it all comes down
Thinking how it was the first time around
And when I feel that feeling again
I have no chance, I must give in.

On a cold concrete sidewalk, on the corner of Fifth and Main
Sits an old black blind man, and no one knows his name.
He plays the same old guitar, he plays the same old tune
And when the people pass him by, some are heard to say
“Play, let the blind man play”.

He was a cotton picker down in Alabam’
Daddy never amounted to much; died by his own hand
He lost his sight one terrible night by the hand of the Ku Klux Klan
Burned his eyes with a branding iron some are heard to say;

Play, let the blind man play
Maybe you’ll be around another day
Dreamin’ about those little things you know you’ll never see
So play, let the blind man play, let the blind man play!

The years were kind while the man was blind, but he knew his time was due
And no one cried when the blind man died, with the name that no one knew
They made his coffin outta knotty pine, with a wreath of laurel too
His epitaph was short and sweet, and all it said was "Play".

Play, let the blind man play
Maybe you’ll be around another day
Dreamin’ about those little things you know you’ll never see
So play, let the blind man play, let the blind man play
Maybe you’ll be around another day
Dreamin’ about those little things you know you’ll never see
So play, let the blind man play, let the blind man play

Play that guitar blind man!

"Blue Star"

Blue star over my shoulder
Blue star, can't you see?
Blue star, it's a little colder
She's gone away from me

And I wish I'd never seen her with the sunlight in her eyes
And I wish I'd never learned the game she played
And I wish I'd never listened when she told me all the lies
And I wish I'd never seen her walk away

She was everything I wanted
She was sweet mystery
Blue star, every night I hold it
She's gone away from me

And I wish I'd never seen her with the sunlight in her eyes
And I wish I'd never learned the game she played
And I wish I'd never listened when she told me all the lies
And I wish I'd never seen her walk away

Dark eyes shining like two diamonds filled with fire
Dark hair blowing in the wind of hot desire
Red lips pulling me now

Dark eyes glowing like two diamonds filled with fire
Dark hair blowing in the wind of hot desire

Blue star over my shoulder
Blue star, can't you see?
Blue star, it's a little colder
She's gone away from me

And I wish I'd never seen her with the sunlight in her eyes
And I wish I'd never learned the game she played
And I wish I'd never listened when she told me all the lies
And I wish I'd never seen her walk away
And I wish I'd never seen her walk away

"Caballo Diablo"

Wild as a coastal boranca, swift as the wind blowin' free
With two eyes like fire brands that glow in the night
Somewhere up there he's waitin' for me
And he knows that I'm coming for him
I just can't rest 'til I find
That raven black stallion, who wears no man's brand
With a wild restless spirit like mine

They call him Caballo Diablo
Half horse and half devil they say
Caballo Diablo the outlaw
Of the blanca Sierra Madre

Two men before tried to take him
They had their chance one by one
But each met his fate when those flashin' black hooves
Brought death 'neath the Mexican sun
Still I can't leave I must find him
You fool of a horse can't you see
I may be half man, but the other half's devil
And you're just exactly like me

(refrain)

Even the breeze has stopped movin'
Hush now - be still
Don't make a sound and stay close to the ground
Cause he's waitin' just over that hill
Downwind behind him move quickly
Do it fast now, he's startin' to stir
Grab a hand full of mane and up onto his back
And start breaking him down with my spurs
But try as he will he can't shake me
As over the preface we go
To spill the lifes blood of a horse and a man
On the rocky Sierra below

(refrain)

There's a harvest moon and the stars are bright
(Dance gypsy dance)
There's a little bit of frost on the grass tonight
(Dance gypsy dance)
Over in the meadow hid away from them all
Dance all night to the fiddle's call
Down by the river where the trees grow tall
(Dance gypsy dance)
I know about you and I know where you've been
(Dance gypsy dance)
You stole some money from a crippled man
(Dance gypsy dance)
Then you hit him in the head with a walkin' cane
Pushed him outside in the freezin' rain
But I bet you wouldn't ever do that again
(Dance gypsy dance)

Turnin' Turnin'
Round the fire
Burnin', Burnin'
Higher and Higher

Now you gotta reckon with the dead man's son
(Lay gypsy lay)
He's headed this way with a bullet in his gun
(Pray, gypsy, pray)
Yeah, the hangin' mob is ridin' all night
But they can't be here till tomorrow night
And you'll be gone by the morning light
(Dance gypsy dance)

Turnin' Turnin'
Round the fire
Burnin' Burnin'
Higher and Higher


And a shot rang out in the midnight breeze
(Dance gypsy dance)
From a Winchester rifle back in the trees
(Dance gypsy dance)

And nobody moved and nobody spoke
But way down yonder by the hollow oak
Hangin' up there by the end of that rope
(Dance gypsy dance)

Over in the meadow hid away from them all
Dance all night to the fiddle's call
Down by the river where the trees grow tall
(Dance gypsy dance)

He was nobly born
And a Spanish bull's horn
Had left one scar on his handsome face

He stood like a prince
And he had ever since
He had grandly walked into the place

Though the girls of Madrid
Tonight were forbid
For tomorrow he must fight once more

Before he left the ball
He would dance with them all
'Cause he was El Toreador

The day of the feast
Was just a light in the east
When he left Maria's warm bed

Her dark eyes said "more"
But he walked thru the door
Shaking cobwebs of dreams from his head

And later that day
As he knelt to pray
He said God grant me this nothing more

If it is the way
And I must die today
Let me die like a Toreador

The Plaza del Toros
Shook from the roar
As the band played the Toreador's theme

Alarmed by the sound
The bull paws the ground
As the Toreador enters the ring

Up and down,
Round and round
On and on, all alone

The shouts of ole
In the heat of the day
Rushed the hot blood to his Spanish heart

And the crowd held their breath
As he flirted with death
And the bull fighter's sword found it's mark

And trying to hide
The wound in his side
He walked from the ring standing tall

And a crowd gathered round
As he fell to the ground
A priest held his hand
Where he lay in the sand
And he was heard to say
A brave bull died today
But he died like a Toreador

Jamming down the highway, feeling no pain
Mother nature, two wheels and a chain
It's good to be alive and brighter
Whisper in my ear, girl, hold on a little tighter

You know it's alright. living and lovin every day and night
Thankin' the lord for the music in me
Piece of mind and feeling free

Soon I'll be on the road, pickin guitar
Knowing that my home ain't very far
But don't you worry sweet thing cause you know I'll be there
To kiss my tennessee girl with the long golden hair

Repeat chorus