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from Drive-By Truckers - Gangstabilly (2005)
Mama ran off with a trucker
Mama ran off with a trucker Mama ran off with a trucker Peterbilt, Peterbilt Mama ran off with a trucker Mama ran off with a trucker Mama ran off with a trucker Peterbilt, Peterbilt He is making her give life another stab They can see the world from way up in the cab Mama ran off with a trucker Mama ran off with a trucker Mama ran off with a trucker Peterbilt, Peterbilt Mama ran off with a trucker Mama ran off with a trucker Mama ran off with a trucker Peterbilt, Peterbilt She can quit her job now, be his little bride He can get a local route and stay home by her side She can fix him roast beast and sweet potato pie He can eat a lot of it 'cause he a big old guy They got married in Dollywood They got married in Dollywood They got married in Dollywood By a Porter Waggoner look alike 18 wheels of love |
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from Drive-By Truckers - Southern Rock Opera (2002)
Looking out the window, the trees are getting closer it seems.
Thinking bout you Darling. Adding up the cost of these dreams. Strapped to this projectile, just a blink ago I was back in school. Smoking by the gym door, practicing my rock-star attitude And I'm scared shitless of what's coming next. I'm scared shitless, these angels I see in the trees are waiting for me. The engines have stopped now. We all know we are going down. Last call for alcohol. Sure wish I could have another round. And I'm scared shitless of what's coming next. Scared shitless, these angels I see in the trees are waiting for me. Waiting for me. Friends in the swamp. Friends on the ground, in the trees. Angels and fuselage. |
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from Drive-By Truckers - Southern Rock Opera (2002)
Economics shut the furnace down
Bull Connor hosing children down George Wallace faced them Yankees down In Birmingham Take a left on the interstate In the middle of this sultry state I can't wait to see your face In Birmingham "I don't think it was worth it" the last thing Stanley said to me Twenty four years then a bullet in the chest and I still see him in my sleep Fifteen dollars in the purse he could not save Her family didn't even buy a stone to mark his grave "Call me up if you need a place to stay in Birmingham" Birmingham Most of my family came from Birmingham I can feel their presence on the street Vulcan Park has seen its share of troubled times But the city won't admit defeat Magic City's magic getting stronger Dynamite Hill ain't on fire any longer No man should ever have to feel he don't belong in Birmingham Birmingham |
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from Drive-By Truckers - Pizza Deliverance (2005)
Gran Gran keeps a box of spiders
Says they're on me when I sleep Waiting in the out-house for me Underneath the seat Great-grandmothers 'bout ninety-seven She is sure when she gets to heaven Old St. Peter's gonna throw his arms around her and say "I've waited so long for us to meet" Put the general in a box and buried him behind The stony point church of Christ when I was three When the Lord comes to take me I'll die with a smile on 'Cause He's taking all my pains and fears Said the generals last words were "It's hotter than hell in here" Gran Gran keeps a box of spiders So she told me as a child I would hold it in for hours Too mean to die, too mean to die, too mean |
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from Drive-By Truckers - Pizza Deliverance (2005)
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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from Drive-By Truckers - Gangstabilly (2005)
Tired of living in Buttholeville
Tired of my job and my wife Lucille Tired of my kids, Ronnie and Neil Tired of my '68 Bonneville Working down at Billy Bob's Bar and Grille The food here tastes like the way I feel There's a girl on the dance floor dressed to kill She's the best looking woman in Buttholeville Yeah, I'm gonna get out of Buttholeville Gonna reach right in, gonna grab the till Buy a brand new hat and a Coupe Deville Lay a patch on the road that runs over the hill There's a beach somewhere where the waters are still Gonna lay in the sun till my skin peels Drinking the best scotch whiskey, eating lobster, eating eel Never going back to Buttholeville Never going, never going, never going Never going back, back, back, back Back to Buttholeville, back to Buttholeville Never going, never going, never going, never going Never going, never going, never going |
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from Drive-By Truckers - Decoration Day (2003)
Be careful that you don't
Use up your ninth one We all were careless once We all were careless once It can be too much fun Just going round once It all can slip away One banana peel away You left this big old void sure miss your sweet voice Gone into the void We all were careless once We all were careless once We all were careless once We all were careless once |
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from Drive-By Truckers - The Dirty South (2004)
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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from Drive-By Truckers - The Dirty South (2004)
I came to tell my story to all these young and eager minds
To look in their unspoiled faces and their curious bright eyes Stories of corruption, crime and killing, yes it's true Greed and fixed elections, guns and drugs and whores and booze It's been a while since I put on a suit of my own clothes And even longer since I cast my shadow on a church house door They say every sin is deadly but I believe they may be wrong I'm guilty of all seven and I don't feel too bad at all I used to have a wad of hundred dollar bills in the back pocket of my suit I had a .45 underneath my coat and another one in my boot I drove a big ole Cadillac, bought a new one anytime I pleased And I put more lawmen in the ground than Alabama put cottonseed I spent a few years on vacation, sanctioned by the state I mentioned But a man like me don't do no time too hard to come back from The meanest of the mean, I see you lock away and toss the key But they're all just loud mouth punks to me, I've scraped meaner off my shoe Somewhere, I ain't saying, there's a hole that holds a judge The last one that I dug myself And I must admit I was sad to lay him in it, but I did the best I could Once his Honor grows a conscience, well folks, that there just ain't no good There's a pretty girl out there said "Daddy, you stay cool tonight All I need from you is to come home and be here by my side Say what you gotta say to shut their Bibles and their mouths If they was to tie a noose, they'd have to lay their Bibles down" I ain't here to save no souls and even if I could I could never save enough to put back half the ones I took So if they rest in torment you can't say it's cause of me They'd long been bought and paid for like that fool's in Tennessee |
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from Drive-By Truckers - The Dirty South (2004)
Before I could walk, I had a wrench in my hand
I was my Mama's little angel and my Daddy's second chance He went end over end the first year he went pro Lost part of his eyesight and he couldn't race no more But he never lost his touch when he got underneath the hood He knew how to make them run and he knew one day he would See his name in victory lane and engraved on that cup Just like all them other crazy fools with racing in their blood He would put me on his lap when he'd drive and I'd take the wheel He'd say "What do you think about that son? How does she feel? You just wait till them little legs get long enough to reach the gas Once you put her on the floor one time there ain't no turning back" Every Saturday, he'd take me out to the garage He'd take an empty bucket and fill it full of engine parts He's sit me down and pour em out in front of me on the floor I'd have to tell him what each one was and what each one was for We'd jump into the car and go down to the race that night He'd tell me what each driver was doing wrong and what each one did right He could always pick the winner before they ever took a curve #3 might have the car but 43 has got the nerve Before I turned 18 Daddy said "Now pretty soon You'll be old enough to drive but I'll leave it up to you I taught you all about it, taught you everything I know You gotta have a car to do it and you gotta work and buy your own" The first one I bought was a Mustang #2 Nobody kept'em any longer than they kept a pair of shoes They started showing up at every used car lot in town A V-8 on a go-cart, easy terms, no money down Me and Daddy and my uncle took her home and tore her down Checked her out real good, cleaned her up and bored her out Took out all the seats, pulled the carpet off the floor Knocked out all the glass and welded up the doors The first time that I raced my qualifying was a shame I started out way in the back and came back about the same I pulled her in the pit, couldn't look my Daddy in the eye He said "If you quit now son, it's gonna haunt you all your life" It ain't about the money or even being #1 You gotta know when it's all over you did the best you could've done Knowing that it's in you and you never let it out Is worse than blowing any engine or any wreck you'll ever have Since then I've wrecked a bunch of cars and I've broke a bunch of bones It's anybody's race out there and I've learned to race my own I'd shove em in the wall and I'd hit em from behind I'd let them know that I was there, I'd let them know that track was mine It's been several years now since my Daddy passed away But his picture's on my dash every time I go to race I lost more than I won but I ain't gonna give up Till they put me in the ground or Daddy's name's on that cup |
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from Drive-By Truckers - The Dirty South (2004)
Let the night air cool you off.
Tilt your head back and try to cough. Don't say nothing 'bout the things you never saw. Let the night air cool you off. I ain't living like I should. A little rest might do me good. Got to sinking in the place where I once stood. Now I ain't living like I should. Can you hear that singing? Sounds like gold. Maybe I can only hear it in my head. Fifteen years ago we owned that road now it's rolling over us instead. Richard Manuel is dead. God forbid you call their bluff. Like the nightmares ain't enough. Remember when we used to think that we were tough? God forbid you call their bluff. First they make you out to be the only pirate on the sea. Then they say Danko would have sounded just like me. "Is that the man you want to be?" Can you hear that song? It sounds like gold. Maybe I could make it bigger overseas. Fifteen years ago we owned this road now it only gives us somewhere else to leave. Something else you can't believe. Can you hear that singing? Sounds like gold. Maybe I can hear poor Richard from the grave singin' where to reap and when to sow when you've found another home you have to leave. Something else you can't believe. |
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from Drive-By Truckers - Southern Rock Opera (2002)
Bobby went out for a joy ride with my best girl, left me at the party,
It was almost June and the three-quarter moon illuminated The rain-soaked streets like a candy wrapper. I guess that's why Bobby had his lights off, Tear-assing through them back streets of town, Where me and Bobby tear-assed so many times before. Sometimes with my best girl and sometimes Bobby had him one too. But this night he banked that curve just a little too hard and that 442 went airborne, Hit a telephone pole and split in two, Bobby's skull was split right in two, And my girl was pinned in her seat, partially embedded in the dashboard And for the next twenty minutes the only sound in the night were the sounds of her screams. And the sound of the wheel still spinning. In a little while the ambulance came and the sound of its siren mixed with the screaming girl and the spinning wheel. But when the story was told the next day at the graduation ceremony, Everyone said that when the ambulance came The paramedics could hear Free Bird still playing on the stereo. You know it's a very long song. |
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from Drive-By Truckers - Southern Rock Opera (2002)
When I was a young boy I sniffed a lot of glue
Mom sent me to rehab, they told me what to do We didn't have much money; the lord picked up the tab They made me write him love songs, sitting in my room Now I just drink whiskey and drive around my friends Get a haircut, get a job, maybe born again And if you're living badly, we'll tell you how to live Dead, drunk, and naked If you're out there listening, I just want you to know I been doing just fine, psychiatrists tell me so My scars are patched up; my arms have almost healed My demons almost tranquilized, my pains almost killed Me and old Jack Daniel's, become the best of friends We got all them Baptist's to die for our sins I know the lord is coming The South will rise again! (Dead, drunk, and naked) Daddy used to tell me, everything comes down to what they say about you when you're not around And I wish that he was here now, I'm sure he would be proud No one talks about me; the voices are too loud. So if you come to see me, I'm sure you'll be impressed By how well I'm behaving and how well I'm dressed If you come to see me, hope you're coming soon Dead, drunk, and naked |
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from Drive-By Truckers - Decoration Day (2003)
It's Decoration Day
An' I'd a mind to roll a stone on his grave What would he say? Keeping me down, boy, won't keep you away It's Decoration Day And I knew the Hill boys would put it on away But my daddy wasn't afraid He said, "We'd fight till the last Lawson's last living day" I never knew how it all got started A problem with Holland before we were born And I don't know the name of that boy we tied down And beat till he just couldn't walk anymore But I know the caliber in Daddy's chest I know what Holland Hill drives The State let him go, but I guess it was best 'Cause nobody needs all us Lawsons alive Daddy said one of the boys had come by The Lumber Man's favorite son He said, "Beat him real good but don't dare let him die And if you see Holland Hill, run" Well, I said, "They ain't give us trouble before" An' we ain't brought down on ourselves But a chain on my back and my ear to the floor An' I'll send all the Hill boys to Hell I'll send all the Hill boys to Hell It's Decoration Day And I got a family in Mobile Bay And they never seen my daddy's grave But that don't bother me, it ain't marked anyway 'Cause I got dead brothers in Lauderdale, south And I got dead brothers in east Tennessee My daddy got shot right in front of his house He had no one to fall on but me It's Decoration Day And I've got a mind to go spit on his grave If I was a Hill, I'd have put him away And I'd fight till the last Lawson's last living day I'd fight till the last Lawson's last living day I'd fight till the last Lawson's last living day |
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from Drive-By Truckers - Gangstabilly (2005)
(chorus)
Demonic Possession His court's in session I sign my confession Demonic Possession It was raining on the day she told me them things that fella sold me Mama wasn't thee to scold me No prison or cell could hold me I still recall the date I'z probably about eight when I sealed my fate You honor I rightly state (repete chorus) Suddenly I had a foot hold I became such a butthole I don't need nobody consoling me No one but the devil controlling me I can kick ass and talk backward I hang out with a whole bunch of slackers and I know I can get some help from him I listen to a lot of Led Zeppelin (repete chorus) I got so much money I don't need smarts My records are flying to the top of the charts and I'm eating in all those fancy restaurants and Hanging out with Sam Phillips and I owe it all to him Oh, the shape I'm in The devil says the only thing that's buggin him is Hell's filling up with Republicans (repete chorus twice) |
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from Drive-By Truckers - Decoration Day (2003)
My Daddy called me on a Friday morning
So sad to tell me just what you've done You tried so hard to make us all hate you But in the end you was the only one Sick, tired, pissed and wired You never thought about anyone else You tried in vain to find something to kill you In the end you had to do it yourself Who's to blame for the loveless marriage Who's to blame for the broken band You ran from life and all of it's pleasures Your own teeth marks on your own damned hand Thrown out before the date expired You rather die than let anyone help You rather die than take a stab at living Nothing would kill you so you do it yourself Everyone has those times when the night's so long The dead-end life just drags you down You lean back under the microphone And turn your demons into walls of goddamned noise and sound And it's a sorry thing to do to your sweet sister It's a sorry thing to do to your little boy It's a sorry thing to do to the folks who love you Your Mama and Daddy lost their only boy Some should say I should cut you slack But you worked so hard at unhappiness Living too hard just couldn't kill you In the end you had to do it yourself Living too hard just couldn't kill you In the end you had to do it yourself |
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from Drive-By Truckers - The Dirty South (2004)
I got green and I got blues
And everyday there's a little less difference between the two I belly up and disappear Well I ain't really drownin' 'cause I see the beach from here I could take a Greyhound home but when I got there it'd be gone Along with everything a home is made up of So I'll take two what you're havin' and I'll take all of what you got To kill this goddamn lonely, goddamn lonely love Sister, listen to what your daddy says Don't be ashamed of things that hide behind your dress Belly up and arch your back Well I ain't really fallin' asleep I'm fadin' to black And you could come to me by plane, but that wouldn't be the same As that old motel room in Texarkana was So I'll take two of what you're havin' and I'll take all of what you got To kill this goddamn lonely, goddamn lonely love Stop me if you've heard this one before A man walks into a bar and leaves before his ashes hit the floor Stop me if I ever get that far The sun's a desperate star that burns like every single one before And I could find another dream, one that keeps me warm an' clean But I ain't dreamin' anymore, girl I'm wakin' up So I'll take two of what you're havin' and I'll take everything you got To kill this goddamn lonely, goddamn lonely love All I got is his goddamn lonely, goddamn lonely love All I got is his goddamn lonely, goddamn lonely love All I got is his goddamn lonely, goddamn lonely love |
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from Drive-By Truckers - Southern Rock Opera (2002)
One more night, one more show, four down, eighty-four to go
This ain't no time for moving slow Greenville to Baton Rouge I'll call you up when I get through The life I live is the life I choose Greenville to Baton Rouge The shows have sure been great this year All eight cylinders all twelve gears Call you up when I touch down at the airport in a Louisiana town. Street survivors, feeling no pain A little more rock, a little less cocaine. And don't forget about Stevie Gaines Greenville to Baton Rouge I'll call you up when I get through If it's the last thing that I do Greenville to Baton Rouge Last night, you should have seen this plane. The right engine shot a twelve foot flame. But South Carolina made us glad we came. Now we're up in the air again. Once we hit Louisiana, baby, I don't care Got a brand new airplane waiting for us there Give this piece of shit back to Aerosmith. Wake me up when we get there. The right engine gave a little flash, the pilot panicked and dumped the gas Everything is quiet, we're dropping fast. When we touch down gonna whup' his ass! Greenville to Baton Rouge Can't die now got a show to do The life I live is the life I choose Greenville to Baton Rouge. (One more for the mules…) |
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from Drive-By Truckers - Southern Rock Opera (2002)
I think I'm gonna call the Police, I hear something upstairs
I know good and well there ain't nothing good going on up there There's probably ten or more of them sittin' all around Smokin' that stuff and drinkin' that hard liquor down I've been living in this city since the day I was born I've seen good times come and go and I've seen bad times drag on I've seen white and black folks alike get treated just like sin And every year or so I see a new truck load of white trash movin' in When I was sixteen I had a little trouble with the law He said "Boy come here" I said "Boy yourself I ain't done nothing wrong" He grabbed me by the arm and He went upside my head Nobody saw nothing But I got a little spot where my hair ain't grown back yet I used to have me a woman and a pretty fine home But it took so much to keep them both going I was always out and gone I came home one afternoon to get me change of clothes Caught a quick walkin' slick talkin' guitar picker Headin' out my back door Now I'm proud to say I ain't never been no violent man But I'd sure be rotting in jail today if I'd had me a gun in my hand I went inside threw her clothes on the floor and laid a suitcase across the bed Not a word got spoke not a lick got throwed And my woman ain't come back yet Now I live in this building with the punks and the freaks And I don't do much of nothing except go to work, come home, and drink So guitar man you done picked the wrong damn place to stay I'm a feeble old man You're a young smart-ass And there's a law-man on his way |
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from Drive-By Truckers - Decoration Day (2003)
Something about the wrinkle in your forehead
Tells me there's a fit about to get thrown If we get the van out of the ditch before morning Ain't nobody got to know what I done And I never hear a single word you say When you tell me not to have my fun It's the same old shit that I ain't gonna take off anyone And I don't need to be forgiven By them people in the neighborhood When we first hooked up, you looked me in the eye And said, "Paw, we just ain't no good" We were heathens in their eyes at the time I guess I am just a heathen still And I never have repented from the wrongs that they say I have done, I've done what I feel It was a difficult delivery now it's growing up mean and strong When you tell me that it's getting a little bit tight Ain't the first time I been outgrown and I'm gonna push a little harder She ain't revved till the rods are thrown I'll walk away And I don't need to be forsaken by you or anybody else and I never had a shortage of people tryin' to warn me About the dangers I pose to myself, heathens These times can take their toll sometimes And I know you feel the same way too It gets so hard to keep between the ditches When roads wind the way they do |
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from Drive-By Truckers - Decoration Day (2003)
There’s a lot of bad wood underneath the veneer
She’s an overnight sensation after twenty five years Sharp fast curves, power steering unroll that twenty, buy me some beer Ain’t too bad, too bad at all, pick up the phone if I ever call Hell No, I Ain’t Happy. There’s a purdy little girl outside the van window Bout 80 cities down, 800 to go Six crammed in, we ain’t never alone Never homesick, ain’t got no home Check my mail if you would please, Jenn Collect my things till I’m in town again Hell No, I Ain’t Happy. But I get a little closer everyday Gonna be a long time till I’m back your way. I’ve seen just how much I can stand One night in Kansas City, we thought about killing a man Seen my number fly by on Interstate Ten Seen the mountains of Montana at Seven AM. And I keep it all together for the sake of the kids Got your fine-ass self on the back of my lids Hell No, I Ain’t Happy. But I ain’t too crappy, too crappy at all. |
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from Drive-By Truckers - Gangstabilly (2005)
I'm late for church again
Never seem to be on time I hear the bell as it peals through the holler Does it sound like a friend of mine A hundred eyes turn as I enter My face burnin' as I walk past pews I can tell they think I'm a sinner I hear them whisper while I'm watching my shoes The only seat left is right up front I'm not a bit surprised The back is soft but the seat is hard Why can't they get it right? Reverend Bob is preachin' out thunder Mom and Dad follow every last word All that hollerin' makes me wonder Does a whispered prayer get heard? Reverend Bob is pointin' his finger Fire and brimstone pouring down Me, I'm wondering what's for dinner Waitin' for 12 o'clock to come round Everybody's got their own Heaven They all find it their own ways I am an angel, I, I am an angel, I I am an angel, I am an angel |
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from Drive-By Truckers - Southern Rock Opera (2002)
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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from Drive-By Truckers - Southern Rock Opera (2002)
Let me tell ya'll a story
So far fetched it must be true Bout a bunch of fatherless boys from Florida and one who was man enough for two. Practiced twelve hours a day in the Hell House In the swamps outside of town. 100 degrees without no open windows Heat radiating off the tin. They named their band Lynyrd Skynyrd, after the coach who kicked them out of school. Seven days a week cuz rock's the only thing to save them from life in the factory. They spent years inside the Hell House Then they opened for the Stones and The Who 90 degrees, outdoor summer festivals Them boys wouldn't even break a sweat. Played each show like their lives depended on it 300 a year will take its due They kicked The Stones ass out at Knebworth Ask anyone who was there and they'll tell you They hit the road doing ninety Leave them steel mills far behind. Ain't no good life down at the Ford plant Three guitars or a life of crime Sold out shows and platinum records, New York critics and redneckers Bunch of boys from Florida had them eating from their hands They got the fame and all the glory But folks, it's still a sad story when legend over shadows the songs and the band. Let me tell y'all a story that more or less is the truth From the swamps of Northern Florida to the swamps just north of Baton Rouge. |
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from Drive-By Truckers - Decoration Day (2003)
He kept a loaded gun in the closet
And another one in the dresser drawer Just in case the one in the closet Didn't make a big enough hole She has breakfast ready every morning And his lunch in a box sitting out by the kitchen door She'd make sure he had everything he needed And hug his neck and tell him how much she loved him And it was beautiful you should have seen it Then she'd make herself a pot of coffee just the way she liked it And sit down and enjoy the quiet of the house all alone But, by two O'clock or so every afternoon The quiet would start getting to her and she'd watch The clock until he came back home And she understood just what he needed When he came home every evening Was just a couple of beers and a couple of minutes To cuss about his day So she'd fix him a nice hot supper While he ranted and raved about one thing or the other And she never once told him what he was going on about Didn't add up to a thing And she never touched that gun in the closet It was his and it was there just because he wanted it to be She didn't get out much, so she never knew just what it was That made him so afraid Most women today would say she was a disgrace Most men would say she wasn't much to look at And they all would say she'd be a lot better off If she cared a little more about what they all think She could have a life of her own if she had a little pride Some silicone implants, and another man on the side But she's got a loaded gun in the closet And it's there anytime she wants it And her one and only man knows it and That's why he put it there in the first place |
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from Drive-By Truckers - The Dirty South (2004)
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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from Drive-By Truckers - Pizza Deliverance (2005)
Coming home with a bottle, trying not to break the seal
This Friday evening traffic's about enough to break a man's will And I can't wait to see you, see how your week has gone And tear into old No.7 and make love till dawn But your mama she'll be calling, if she ain't knocking on the door And it won't take me long to remember what I brought that bottle home for And we'll all get to fighting, just like we always do By Saturday morning, I'll be singing these blues Last night I slept with my boots on again One cut on my forehead one on my chin On the hard old floor with nothin' to cover up with You got me real good, girl, I must admit Pack purty mean punch for such a pretty little dish And it's a shame to know most folks don't ever know love like this Come Monday morning, I'll be sore to a fare-thee-well Cussin' God and America, begging them both just to send me off to hell But the boss man don't want no excuses When it comes time to get on the clock And without that paycheck, I'd lose the rest of what sweet love I got Last night I slept with my boots on again One cut on my forehead one on my chin On the hard old floor with nothin' to cover up with You got me real good, girl, I must admit Pack purty mean punch for such a pretty little dish And it's a shame to know most folks don't ever know love like this It's a shame to know most folks don't ever know love like this |
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from Drive-By Truckers - Pizza Deliverance (2005)
I don't want to go to dinner with Margo and Harold.
I don't like the way he looks at you, and the way she looks at me, Way they look at each other, like we're just part of some private joke. I don't want to go dinner with Margo and Harold, No matter how good the food. I don't want to make small talk, innuendo, Or go for a ride in Harold's Corvette. I'm scared of the basement of Harold's Pawn Shop, I've heard tales of what goes down there. Mid-life crises, high on Dilauded, Valium, and crystal meth. Harold and Margo, feeling no pain Fifty and crazy, big hair and cocaine. If they call on the phone, tell them I'm not home. That night with Margo was a long time ago. It makes me nervous how much Harold knows, And the way that he looks at you. I don't want to see why Harold's now skinny. I don't want to see Margo's bikini. So if they call, tell them you ain't seen me or that I'm in too much pain. Harold and Margo, taking aim. Horny and loaded, big-hair and cocaine. |
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from Drive-By Truckers - Decoration Day (2003)
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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from Drive-By Truckers - Southern Rock Opera (2002)
Figurin' out things by the Railroad Bridge and a cousin or two want to give me just a little help. Damn sure not much to do down here 'cept to cook it down and run it in your veins. That's where the trouble started. I fucked a lot of friends. I fucked a lot of friends got a black line drawn right across my name. Before the soul dies. Before the sun burns out. I want to walk through heaven's gate. I want to walk through heaven's gate. Moved on over to Georgia Where the people's so nice you got to watch where you step. Lookin' for toes and feelings. Kicking and screaming sheets stay soaking wet. The sun looks like the sun again I got me a woman who does just a little wrong - just enough. I'm through with addiction and heartache - now I say so long. I made a valid attempt. But I can't change my spots. Lost everything again. Everything I got. And now my body dies And the sun burns out I walk through heaven's gate. (or so my mama's told.) I walk through heaven's gate. |
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from Drive-By Truckers - Pizza Deliverance (2005)
Jupiter mules kickin' out all the stops
Newfangled dogs danglin' stars from her eyelids She can't read between the lies anymore Lord, help her rise just one more time if you can. Still, the children read to her till she opens up her hands When my body dies will you remember my name? When my body dies will you remember my name? Oh, Mrs. Dubose you were such a flower now you're all dead inside withered and insane Oh, Mrs. Dubose you were such a flower, you got the death, the dust, and the opium runnin' through your veins Black maid stays cause she's paid to be around Condemned and scared for all she knows You better look at the road when you pass she gonna fix you with that evil eye unless your hotdin' your old man's hand you better pass on by better pass on by |
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from Drive-By Truckers - Decoration Day (2003)
Child, as I look in your eyes
You know my life seems like a minute There I find living proof Of all the wonder life hold in it In the past I thought I had to learn Any good that comes from this life we're living Here and now, let us realize That this life's gift and it's already been given Someday when you stand in the middle Like it or not you're gonna look both ways You're gonna find that time is a riddle Where days turn into years and years into the blink of an eye Child, once I saw a man on the TV Lead a nation up a mountain He said, children, look over yonder The flame of truth is burning brightly Sometimes you look so far, there's only so much time Only so many of us are gonna get there Here and now is all we really have But if we can make it count we got no reason to worry Someday when you stand in the middle Like it or not you're gonna look both ways You're gonna find that time is a riddle Where days turn into years and years into the blink of an eye You're gonna walk that mile You're gonna be in that number You're gonna make that journey Just like the good book says There's a time to be born, a time to cross over |
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from Drive-By Truckers - The Dirty South (2004)
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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from Drive-By Truckers - Never Gonna Change (2004)
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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from Drive-By Truckers - Pizza Deliverance (2005)
My roommate's gun got nine bullets in it
Nine bullets in my roommate's gun My roommate's gun got nine bullets in it Gonna find a use for every last one One for the love who chose to betray me A real fine love who wouldn't be true One for the man that she betrayed with Nice enough fella, she'll betray him too Nice enough fella, she'll betray him too My roommate's gun got nine bullets in it Nine bullets in my roommate's gun My roommate's gun got nine bullets in it Gonna find a use for every last one One for my boss man, riding my butt again Sorry sir, but you'd better clock out One for the lady down at the laundrymat Who goes threw my dryer pulling one sock out She goes threw my dryer pulling one sock out My roommate's gun got nine bullets in it Nine bullets in my roommate's gun My roommate's gun got nine bullets in it Gonna find a use for every last one One just to put me out of my misery I better aim that sucker true I'll leave a note that says I'm sorry But I went off the deep end when I fell for you Went off the deep end, I fell for you One each for my immediate family They'll be so disappointed to see what I done One left over, I'll save it for my roommate After all it's my roommate's gun After all it's my roommate's gun After all it's my roommate's gun It's my roommate's gun My roommate's gun got nine bullets in it Nine bullets in my roommate's gun Roommate's gun got nine bullets in it Nine bullets in my roommate's gun Nine bullets in my roommate's gun Yeah nine bullets in it Gonna find a use for every last one Gonna find a use for every last one Gonna find a use for every last one |
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from Drive-By Truckers - Pizza Deliverance (2005)
If I had a dime for every time
I heard my old man say one of these days I wouldn't be like my old man today Talking 'bout places that he'd been Back in his younger days that he was gonna go back To again one of these days Dropped out of school when he was just sixteen Fell right in to a tire plant Building the very things that make the asphalt sing And put Alabama far behind you I remember him saying that Chicago was a hell right here on earth And twenty five years later I was saying the same thing about Memphis It's no wonder everybody's scared of downtown Birmingham It's just a little too close to home But there's more crooks down here and the cops don't care While old white men wearing ties can do anything they want Once a country boy's seen the way the steam rises Off a man's insides on the sidewalk Tends to change the way he thinks, the way he sees everything And he goes back to where he came from One of these days when my face looks like a road map Gonna find my way back home And I'll go walking on the west side after dark And leave my gun locked in my car One of these days you'll take one look at me and run One of these days you'll take one look at me and run |
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from Drive-By Truckers - Decoration Day (2003)
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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from 2003 Collection-Live From Austin Texas (2004)
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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from Drive-By Truckers - Gangstabilly (2005)
Saw you standing in the hallway, red plastic cup
And one of them big long cigarettes You asked me if I could play you some Dylan I said,?Dylan, who?? You told me to kiss your ass I apologized, but you could tell I didn?t mean it By the way I rolled my eyes When you said,"It wasn?t me, it was you" Somehow I knew you were gonna tell me why Stuff was flying out of the window Falling and breaking on the pavement underneath He?s screaming at you, red faced and fuming He?d come home early, parked his car way up the street You had your stockings in your hand, panties in your purse It was 10 a.m., all the neighbors heard him calling you A whore and a tramp and you just stood there While your heels sank into the warm wet ground He got a lawyer, you've got a bottle He got the children and you moved in with your mama She cooks you breakfast and lets you drive her car She don?t care how late you call to tell her where you are Ya?ll still fight, she still nags you some Somehow it?s different now than you were young It?s your own damn fault, you've been through hell For one reason or another, seems like she kinda blames herself |
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from Drive-By Truckers - Southern Rock Opera (2002)
He was ready for the big trip, he was moving to the city; he had packed his prize possessions and gave away the rest. He was almost doing ninety, the sky was blue, sun was shining. All the shit, he left behind for the big world waiting there. He was almost out of Leighton, when that phone truck didn't see him. Hit the brake and slided sideways, he never had a chance.
Plastic flowers on the highway. Bits of glass for the machine to sweep away. Had to pass it on my way to where I'z going. For the next few minutes, I drove a little slower. Them, M.A.D.D. mothers couldn't help him. He was sober, it was Sunday. He was full of good home cooking when he crashed the savior's door. Plastic flowers on the highway. A greasy spot on the asphalt for a while. Every morning, new babies being born, who'll do the best they can to hang around a little while. My community service had me working for the county Cutting grass on the off-ramps and medians and such. Every quarter mile or so, stands a brand new reminder Another traffic death in town. Something new to cut around. Crashed out on the highway. Plastic cross and a plastic bouquet. Paramedics in the by-stander's gaze. Plastic flowers on the highway. Bits of glass for the machine to sweep away. Had to pass it on my way to where I'z going. For the next few minutes I drove a little slower. |
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from Drive-By Truckers - The Dirty South (2004)
Mary Alice had a baby and he looked just like I did
We got married on a Monday and I been working ever since Every week down at the Ford Plant but now they say they're shutting down God damned Reagan in the White House and no one there gives a damn Double Digit unemployment, TVA be shutting soon While over there in Huntsville, They puttin' people on the moon So I took to runnin' numbers for this man I used to know And I sell a few narcotics and I sell a little blow I ain't getting rich now but I'm gettin' more than by It's really tough to make a living but a man just got to try If I died in Colbert County, Would it make the evening news? They too busy blowin' rockets, Puttin' people on the moon Mary Alice quit askin' why I do the things I do I ain't sayin' that she likes it, but what else I'm gonna do? If I could solve the world's problems I'd probably start with hers and mine But they can put a man on the moon And I'm stuck in Muscle Shoals just barely scraping by Mary Alice got cancer just like everybody here Seems everyone I know is gettin' cancer every year And we can't afford no insurance, I been 10 years unemployed So she didn't get no chemo so our lives was destroyed And nothin' ever changes, the cemetery gets more full And now over there in Huntsville, even NASA's shut down too Another Joker in the White House, said a change was comin' round But I'm still workin' at The Wal Mart and Mary Alice, in the ground And all them politicians, they all lyin' sacks of shit They say better days upon us but I'm sucking left hind tit And the preacher on the TV says it ain't too late for me But I bet he drives a Cadillac and I'm broke with some hungry mouths to feed I wish I'z still an outlaw, was a better way of life I could clothe and feed my family still have time to love my pretty wife And if you say I'm being punished. Ain't he got better things to do? Turnin' mountains into oceans Puttin' people on the moon Turnin' mountains into oceans Puttin' people on the moon |
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from Drive-By Truckers - Southern Rock Opera (2002)
Got them pretty road cases
Protect our asses, protect our faces, protect our guitars, protect our amps. Got them pretty road cases throw them out an airplane and they'll just bounce Paint our name on them road cases, stencil and white spray paint "Drive-by Truckers" on every one or maybe just "DBT" Gonna get ourselves a big tour bus, maybe even an airplane Fly around the world and back. Hope it don't run out of gas. Got them pretty road cases Someday we'll hock our road cases, when we don't need them anymore To pay off that big cocaine dealer (the only thing they're useful for) One day we'll sell our road cases, when we don't need them anymore When we outlive our usefulness, The only thing road cases are useful for. Got them pretty road cases. |
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from Drive-By Truckers - Southern Rock Opera (2002)
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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from Drive-By Truckers - Gangstabilly (2005)
All packed to go, baloney and mayonnaise sandwiches for the road
Lay them out across the dash in the August sun And if they turn green don't be afraid Nothing can hurt you but yourself Nothing can hurt you but yourself I been given to visions from time to time Voice in my head can be a little unkind sometimes Go ahead, point it at me, I ain't scared Nothing can hurt you but yourself Nothing can hurt you but yourself And if I see me on the street and if I whop you on the head You probably got it coming and if you hit me back We'll call it even, but I ain't going down easy 'Cause my mama loves me and I got friends in Decatur, Alabama So drink another drink and smoke another cigarette Somethings gonna get us yet 'Cause I got ashes in my throat and I ain't got no vote It's just the way I stand myself Nothing can hurt you but yourself Nothing can hurt you but yourself Nothing can hurt you but yourself Nothing can hurt you but yourself |
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from Drive-By Truckers - Southern Rock Opera (2002)
Your bad dreams and intuitions
Are about as much good to me right now as a brand new set of golf clubs We've been this close to death before, we were just too drunk to know it Guess the price of being sobers being scared out of your mind When it comes your time to go, ain't no good way to go about it Ain't no use in thinking bout it You'll just drive yourself insane There comes a time for everything And the time has come for you to shut your mouth and get your ass on the plane Ain't nothing I'd rather do right now than just go on home and lay around But that ain't never an option for a working man like me How much is enough you ask I'll ask the man when I get a chance All I know right now, there's somewhere else I'm suppose to be ( ) Screaming engines, shooting flames Dirty needles and cheap cocaine Some gal's old man with a gun To me it's all the same Dead is dead and it ain't no different than walking around if you ain't living Living in fear's just another way of dying before your time ( ) |
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from Drive-By Truckers - Decoration Day (2003)
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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from Drive-By Truckers - Decoration Day (2003)
When I saw her standing there
With her bright eyes and shining hair She was looking back at me Some are meant to sing Some are meant to talk And some aren't meant to say a thing When she opened up her mouth And that sweet voice came out I lost track of my own name Now she's found herself and I lost mine And I'm just another guy Who can't give her anything Well the drifter, he holds on to his youth Just like it was money in the bank And Lord knows I can't change sounds better in the song Than it does with hell to pay I might as well of slipped That ring on your finger From a window of a van s it drove away Now she's found herself and I lost mine And I'm just another guy Who can't give her anything Dreams are given to you When you're young enough to dream them Before they can do you any harm They don't start to hurt Until you try to hold on to them After seeing how they really are She used to dream them with me Every single crazy one Until they started hurting her too Now she's got some of her own And outgrowing me Might be the best thing for her she's ever done A light that shines as bright as hers Can't be kept in the shadows for too long A heart that wants to live and a soul that wants to give Can't just sit at home alone Lord, she gave me everything and never wanted anything I couldn't give just what was inside of me Now she's found herself and I lost mine And I'm just another guy Who can't give her anything Now she's found herself and I lost mine And I'm just another guy Who can't give her anything |
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from Drive-By Truckers - Gangstabilly (2005)
Steve McQueen, Steve McQueen
When I was a little boy I wanted to grow up to be Steve McQueen, Steve McQueen The coolest doggone motherscratcher on the silver screen I'd drive real fast everywhere, no one would ever catch me And I'd kick your ass if you pissed me off so be careful what you ask me And I'd never have an empty bottle or an empty bed And as cool as Paul Newman is I bet Steve could whup his head Steve McQueen When I was a little boy I wanted to grow up to be Steve McQueen, Steve McQueen The coolest doggone motherscratcher on the silver screen Now 'Bullet' was my favorite movie that I'd ever seen I totaled my go-cart trying to imitate that chase scene That Duster had six hubcaps, know what I mean And I love the way they all flew off when it landed in that ravine Steve McQueen, Steve McQueen When I was a little boy I wanted to grow up to be Steve McQueen, Steve McQueen The coolest doggone motherscratcher on the silver screen And I really loved the 'Getaway' back when I was eight That pussy Alec Baldwin sucked in the remake And speaking of pussy, I guess Steve got it all He fucked Faye Dunaway and he fucked Ali McGraw Steve McQueen, Steve McQueen When I was a little boy I wanted to grow up to be Steve McQueen, Steve McQueen The coolest goddamn mothefucker on the silver screen I went to see 'The Hunter' on my first date 'The Hunter' was the last movie Steve McQueen lived to make They took my drivers license when I was just sixteen The year Mesothelioma killed Steve McQueen Steve McQueen, Steve McQueen When I was a little boy I wanted to grow up to be Steve McQueen, Steve McQueen The coolest goddamn mothefucker on the silver screen The coolest goddamn mothefucker on the silver screen The coolest goddamn mothefucker on the silver screen The coolest goddamn mothefucker on the silver screen Steve McQueen |
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from Drive-By Truckers - Pizza Deliverance (2005)
Me and my brother's old lady went out and got stinking,
She solved her curiosities about me by the railroad tracks. She said I reminded her of him before he started drinking And banging the babysitter every time she turned her back. I we opened up the sunroof and smoked a big ole joint And drank a case of Pabst Blue Ribbon listening to the crickets and trains. Every so often she'd lapse into narcotic rambling. Moon and mascara. I've always been a holy terror. Temptations lurking every where. If your mind's in the gutter, Beware! You'll find me there. Me and a friend were talking after the funeral. She said it should have been me but I'm still around and I been so wild, I'm surprised I made it to the seventh grade, And all my dead friends have settled down. My eyes were puffy and she asked if I'd been crying. I said 'tears are for pussies' but who was I kidding. So we stopped at the bar and drank them dry. Beer and tequila. I've always been a thrill seeker. But thrills are a dime a dozen these days. And I found a dime in the gutter today. Tails facing up. Still fucking up. Still fucking up. A funny thing happened on my way to a strange way of thinking. |
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from Drive-By Truckers - The Dirty South (2004)
We gonna take you up to McMary county Tennessee
Back in the days when Sheriff Buford Busted around things around there Sheriff Buford Pusser Was tryin to clean up McMary county Tennessee From all them boot leggers that was bringin' crime and corruption And illegal liquor into this little dry county And for his troubles he got ambushed And his wife was murdered and his house got blown up And they made a movie about it called, "Walking tall" This is the other side of that story Well, they caught you smokin' grass And the judge threw the book And I saw a little opportunism in your look You can take it from me, boy Take it from a crook We got friends on the inside And friends on the outside They'll sneak up beside you So keep on their good side I can see you standin' there Starin' down at your shoes Thinkin' 'bout your mom and dad And wonderin' what to do Well you best look inside yourself, boy We're all watchin' you We got friends in jail Who can see you through Boy, don't forget no matter what you do Don't piss off the boys from Alabama You know we won't let it slide Well, they might find your body in the Tennessee river Or they might not find it at all And there'll be no place to run and hide And your family ain't safe at all So don't piss off the boys from Alabama We're keepin' an eye on you Were're keepin' an eye on you Don't piss off the boys from Alabama You better take it like a man Ain't nobody gonna stick anythin' up your ass If you remember who your friends are We got good help down in Franklin county They'll hunt you like a dog You can take your fall or lose it all The choice is up to you I wouldn't piss off the boys from Alabama If I was you If I was you |
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from Drive-By Truckers - The Dirty South (2004)
Now Sheriff Buford Pusser's gotten too big for his britches
With his book reviews and movie deals Down at the car lot makin' public appearances For breakin' up our homes and stills I know he likes to brag how he wrestled a bear But I knew him from the funeral home Ask him for a warrant, he'll say "I keep it in my shoe" That son of a bitch has got to go That son of a bitch has got to go Now they lined up around the block to see that movie And cryin' for his ambushed wife Marvelin' about shot eight times and stabbed seven Some folks can't take a hint They say he didn't take no crap from the State Line Gang Oh, what the hell they talkin' 'bout? I'm just a hard workin' man with a family to feed And he made my daughter cry Said he made my daughter cry "Watch out for Buford", is what they keep on tellin' me But to me he's just another crooked lawman from Tennessee He gets a hot new car to keep us on our toes And that ridiculous stick where the press corp goes And some big time Hollywood actors playin' him on the big screen Watch out for Buford, he's shuttin' down our stills and whores" It ain't like he's all that different from what was there before It wouldn't take my man long to do the job Just a partially sawed through steering rod And I wouldn't have to worry about the good Sheriff anymore Now the funeral's got'em lined up for twenty blocks No one liked that SOB when he's alive But the ruckus he began keeps on spreadin' like a wildfire Not sure if I'm gonna survive Hit an embankment doin' one twenty on a straight away The Lord works in mysterious ways They'll probably make another movie, glorifying what he done But I'll never have to hear them say Watch out for Buford Watch out for Buford |
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from Drive-By Truckers - Pizza Deliverance (2005)
My Mama told me, your life is such a wreck
Your dumber than dog shit is what my Daddy said I was just thirteen when they showed me the door I keep their picture but don't look at it no more My first wife told me, you need to get a life My third wife told me to get another wife I brought a bottle and the van's parked by that tree So come on out with me, if you want to be number four Sometimes I feel like shit Sometimes that ain't half of it Sometimes I'm so high I'm scared to go to sleep Sometimes I'm lower than the company I keep Ain't held down a job since 1984 I get by holding up convenience stores I get by on liquor, guns and luck But I'm scared to death which one might run out first Sometimes I feel like shit Sometimes that ain't half of it Sometimes I'm so high I'm scared to go to sleep Sometimes I'm lower than the company I keep I seen my past in everything that I despise I've seen my future and I'm scared to close my eyes Is that my ghost that I see in my fears Or just my reflection in my Mama's tears Sometimes I feel like shit Sometimes that ain't half of it Sometimes I'm so high I'm scared to go to sleep Sometimes I'm lower than the company I keep Sometimes I'm lower than the company I keep I pray the Lord, my soul to keep |
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from Drive-By Truckers - The Dirty South (2004)
I watched the rain; it settled in. We disappeared for days again.
Most of us were staying in, lazy like the sky. The letters flew across the wire filtered through a million liars. The whole world smelled like burning tires the day John Henry died. We knew about that big machine that ran on human hope and steam. Bets on John were far between and mostly on the side. We heard he put up quite a fight. His hands and feet turned snowy white. That hammer rang out through the night the day John Henry died. When John Henry was a little bitty baby nobody ever taught him how to read but he knew the perfect way to hold a hammer was the way the railroad baron held the deed. It didn't matter if he won, if he lived, or if he'd run. They changed the way his job was done. Labor costs were high. That new machine was cheap as hell and only John would work as well, so they left him laying where he fell the day John Henry died. John Henry was a steel-driving bastard but John Henry was a bastard just the same. An engine never thinks about his daddy and an engine never needs to write its name. So pack your bags, we're headed west and L.A. ain't no place to rest. You'll need some sleep to pass the test, so get some on the flight and say your prayers John Henry Ford 'cause we don't need your work no more. You should have known the final score the day John Henry died. |
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from Drive-By Truckers - Decoration Day (2003)
By the time you were born, there were four other siblings
With your mama awaiting your daddy in jail And your oldest brother was away at a home And you didn't meet him 'til you were nineteen years old Old enough to know better, old enough to know better But you took to his jaw line and long sandy hair And he made you feel like none of the others And the way he looked at you, touched you deep down in there So you jumped on his bike and rode into the sunset But the sequel it started with the next morning sun And the dew on the bike seat and you all a glow From the love he put in you and a life on the run So you moved to a small town, then to another Then to another with another on its way And you both swore to God we will keep it together And the State wouldn't take your babies away Now, the District Attorney said he might of forgiven You had lots of reasons to turn out this way But you both go to jail for them four little babies You made and delivered along the way Last night you had a dream of a Lord so forgiving He might show compassion for a heathen he damned You awoke in a jail cell, alone and so lonely Seven years in Michigan |
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from Drive-By Truckers - Gangstabilly (2005)
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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from Drive-By Truckers - Pizza Deliverance (2005)
We were bored, there was nothing going on.
Might as well stay at home and drink until we pass out again. Then drink some more when the morning comes. Memphis was sinking into the Mississippi. We were doing our best just to ride it down. Till the night G.G. Allin came to town. "Honey, I dont believe this," the old man at Ferguson's Cafe kept saying to his wife. As he read aloud The Memphis Star and their account of what went down that night "It says He took a shit on the stage and started throwing it into the crowd. But He was gone before the cops could come and shut him down." Gone before the shit came down. The Night G.G. Allin Came to Town. The Night G.C. Allin Came to Town. Antenna Club, Memphis, 1991. Punk Rockers Paid $12.00 to be Shit On! The Night G.G. Allin Came to Town "It says He took the microphone and shoved it up his ass!" The old man and his wife were aghast The Night G.G. Allin Came to Town. The Night G.G. Allin Came to Town. |
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from Drive-By Truckers - Pizza Deliverance (2005)
(NEWS FLASH!!!) (scene: the press corps have descended upon the White House, a spokesperson begins to speak:)
They looked in the White House and Capitol Hill They looked everywhere for Buffalo Bill We called every scholar, reporter, and genius Has anyone seen the Presidents penis? It aint in the Congress or Judiciary It aint in the Smithsonian or that big ole library an astronomer claims it was sighted on Venus Has anyone seen the Presidents penis? (now the entire press corp. erupts in song:) THE PRESIDENTS PENIS IS MISSING OLE!!! WE SEARCHED HIGH AND LOW, EVERY NIGHT EVERYDAY LORD, WONT YOU COME DOWN AND REDEEM US HAS ANYONE SEEN THE PRESIDENTS PENIS? (at this point, legendary news man Walter Cronkite returns from the moon to add his commentary:) Now Presidents have goofed up in all kinds of ways in the 80s we elected one missing his brain George Washington caught a cold he couldnt explain and we all know the truth about Thomas Jeffersons name (suddenly William Randolph Hurst rises from the grave and bellows out in an Orson Welles type voice:) Franklin D. Roosevelt wasnt no square with that raging Woodrow in his wheelchair and all the lesbians snickered that Elenor didnt care and John Kennedys penis was seen everywhere (once again everyone breaks out in gleeful song:) THE PRESIDENTS PENIS IS MISSING OLE!!! WE SEARCHED HIGH AND LOW EVERY NIGHT EVERY DAY LORD WONT YOU COME DOWN AND REDEEM US HAS ANYONE SEEN THE PRESIDENTS PENIS? (the scene shifts to Sen. John Glenn, wandering pensively, somewhere in space:) Them outer space people would laugh if theyd seen us all this talk about cum-stains and oral coitus meanwhile the whole world suffers from hunger and meanness but were more concerned with the Presidents penis THE END? |
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from Drive-By Truckers - The Dirty South (2004)
George A. was at the movies in December '41
They announced it in the lobby what had just gone on He drove up from Birmingham, back to the family's farm Thought he'd get him a deferment, there's was much work to be done He was a family man, even in those days But Uncle Sam decided he was needed anyway In the South Pacific, over half a world away He believed in God and country, things was just that way Just that way When I was just a kid, I spent every weekend On the farm he grew up on so I guess so did I And we'd stay up watching movies on that black and white TV We watched 'The Sands of Iwo Jima' starring John Wayne Every year in June George A. goes to a reunion Of the men that he served with and their wives and kids and grandkids My great uncle used to take me and I'd watch them recollect About some things that I could not comprehend And I thought about that movie, asked if it was that way He just shook his head and smiled at me in such a loving way As he thought about some friends he will never see again He said, "I never saw John Wayne on the sands of Iwo Jima" Most of those men are gone now but he still goes every year And George A.'s still doing fine, especially for his years He's still living on that homestead in the house that he was born in And I sure wish I could go see him today He never drove a new car though he could easily afford it He'd just buy one for the family, take whatever no one wanted He said a shiny car didn't mean much after all the things he'd seen George A. never saw John Wayne on the sands of Iwo Jima George A. never saw John Wayne on the sands of Iwo Jima |
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from Drive-By Truckers - Southern Rock Opera (2002)
Ain't about my pistol
Ain't about my boots Ain't about no northern drives Ain't about my southern roots Ain't about my guitars, ain't about my big old amps "It ain't rained in weeks, but the weather sure feels damp" Ain't about excuses or alibis Ain't about no cotton fields or cotton picking lies Ain't about the races, the crying shame To the fucking rich man all poor people look the same Don't get me wrong It just ain't right May not look strong, but I ain't afraid to fight If you want to live another day Stay out the way of the southern thing Ain't about no hatred better raise a glass It's a little about some rebels but it ain't about the past Ain't about no foolish pride, Ain't about no flag Hate's the only thing that my truck would want to drag You think I'm dumb, maybe not too bright You wonder how I sleep at night Proud of the glory, stare down the shame Duality of the southern thing My Great Great Granddad had a hole in his side He used to tell the story to the family Christmas night Got shot at Shiloh, thought he'd die alone From a Yankee bullet, less than thirty miles from home Ain't no plantations in my family tree Did NOT believe in slavery, thought that all men should be free "But, who are these soldiers marching through my land?" His bride could hear the cannons and she worried about her man I heard the story as it was passed down About guts and glory and Rebel stands Four generations, a whole lot has changed Robert E. Lee Martin Luther King We've come a long way rising from the flame Stay out the way of the southern thing |
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from Drive-By Truckers - Gangstabilly (2005)
She's a beauty, yes sir she is, said EZ Dan
Fifty five, a bad age, smelling of Brut from Fabrege' and sweat EZ Dan don't bathe a lot these days And why the hell should he anyway? "She's got a few miles on her, but then again, who don't?" He said with a slight chuckle The recent Binaca blast still lingering on his breath And besides, them's highway miles I shifted my weight from one foot to the other It certainly wasn't the car of my dreams, but the price was right And EZ Dan assured me the mid 70's were a particularly nice period For Chrysler products in general and this one is a Volare' And besides Finally having an eight-track means I can play All them tapes I ain't been able to listen to Since high-school So we stuffed EZ Dan's body in the trunk and hauled ass out of town But somewhere just past the middle of nowhere the fuel pump blew And the oil pump too And the piston rods hurled straight threw the engine block Dropping oil, gasoline, water And anti-freeze onto the Alabama red clay below Ain't that a bitch? I ain't never been lucky with love I ain't never been lucky with love I ain't never been lucky with love I ain't never been lucky with love |
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from Drive-By Truckers - The Dirty South (2004)
The clouds started forming, five o'clock pm
The funnel clouds touched down five miles north of Russellville The siren's were blowing, clouds spat rain And as the thing came through, I swear, it sounded like a train "It came without no warning", said Bobby Jo McLean She and husband Nolen always loved to watch the rain It sucked him out the window, he ain't come home again All she can remember's that it sounded like a train Pieces of that truckstop Litter up the highway I been told And I hear that missing trucker ended up in Kansas Maybe it was Oz The Nightmare Tour ended for my band and me The night, all the shit went down Homecoming concert, the night the tornadoes hit my home town The few who braved the weather got sucked out of the auditorium I can still remember, sound of their applause in the rain As it echoed through them storm clouds, I swear, it sounded like a train |
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from Drive-By Truckers - Pizza Deliverance (2005)
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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from Drive-By Truckers - Southern Rock Opera (2002)
Throw another log on the fire, boys, George Wallace is coming to stay
When he met St. Peter at the pearly gates, I'd like to think that a black man stood in the way. I know "All should be forgiven", but he did what he done so well So throw another log on the fire boys, George Wallace is a coming Now, he said he was the best friend a black man from Alabama ever had, And I have to admit, compared to Fob James, George Wallace don't seem that bad And if it's true that he wasn't a racist and he just did all them things for the votes I guess Hell's just the place for "kiss ass politicians" who pander to assholes. So throw another log on the fire, boys, George Wallace is coming to stay I know, in the end, he got the black people's votes, but I bet they'd still vote him this way. And Hell's just a little bit hotter cuz He played his hand so well He had what it took to take it so far Now the Devil's got a Wallace sticker on the back of his car [ Now the Mule-ettes walk out in devil horns and tails, raise their hands in the air and sing:] "OH ------ ALABAMA |
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from Drive-By Truckers - Decoration Day (2003)
You can lie to your mama
You can lie to your race But you can't lie to nobody With that cold steel in your face And the same God you were so afraid Was gonna send you to Hell Is the same one you're gonna answer to When the pin hits the shell Well, your sister's been blaming everybody And I don't blame her man, I guess I'd do the same If you were my brother, man, I'd probably stand by you But you ain't, man, so I gotta go my way And I ain't going to crawl up on no high horse 'Cause I got thrown off of one When I was young and I ain't no cowboy So I ain't going where I don't belong It wouldn't do no good to let you know That it damn near killed me too So I ain't gonna mourn for you, man Now that you're gone Me and you, we liked our pills And our whiskey But you don't want your head full of either one When the house gets quiet and dark Feeling good, it used to come So damn easy Racing trains from Second Street To Avalon Take a trip down memory lane But you don't see no friendly faces All the houses have been painted And nobody knows your name It's enough to make a man not want to be nobody's daddy Well, all he thinks he's got to lift his hand Now is guilt and shame And I ain't going to crawl up on no high horse 'Cause I got thrown off of one When I was young and I ain't no cowboy So I ain't going where I don't belong It wouldn't do no good to let you know That it damn near killed me too So I ain't gonna mourn for you, man Now that you're gone You can lie to your mama You can lie to your race But you can't lie to nobody With that cold steel in your face And the same God you were so afraid Was gonna send you to Hell Is the same one you're gonna answer to When the pin hits the shell |
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from Drive-By Truckers - The Dirty South (2004)
My Daddy played poker on a stump in the woods back in his younger days
Prohibition was the talk, but the rich folks walked to the woods where my Daddy stayed Jugs and jars from shiners, these old boys here, they ain't miners They came from the twenty-niners It didn't take a hole in the ground to put the bottom in their face Back in the thirties when the dust bowl dried And the woods in Alabama didn't see no light My Daddy played poker by a hard wood fire Squeezing all his luck from a hot copper wire Scrap like a wildcat fights till the end Trap a wildcat and take his skin Deal from the bottom, put the ace in the hole One hand on the jug but you never do know Son come running You better come quick This rotgut moonshine is making me sick Your Mama called the law and they're gonna take me away Down so far even the Devil won't stay Where I call to the Lord with all my soul I can hear him rattling the chains on the door He couldn't get in I could see he tried Through the shadows of the cage around the forty watt light Daddy tell me another story Tell me about the lows and the highs Tell me how to tell the difference between what they tell me is the truth or a lie Tell me why the ones who have so much make the ones who don't go mad With the same skin stretched over their white bones and the same jug in their hand My Daddy played poker on a stump in the woods back when the world was gray Before black and white went and chose up sides and gave a little bit of both their way The only blood that's any cleaner is the blood that's blue or greener Without either you just get meaner and the blood you gave gives you away |
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from Drive-By Truckers - Gangstabilly (2005)
Them stories that you tell me are so hard to swallow
You said, "Go to hell", but I know you'd just follow The future's closing in quicker than you think And hanging with you I know why Henry drinks Those obnoxious drunks downstairs are fighting and cussing And twelve years of you and me don't add up to nothing You say what's on your mind, tell it to your shrink So he can know like me why Henry drinks Just a few more hours till the sun comes back around To tear each other down and drink another round Lost it on the way now I'm hating what we found Mendacity and grudge-fucks and pieces out of town I drink half a case of beer for a get home from work Daddy needs his medicine to keep his hands off mama's throat Baby, push a little harder 'cause you got me on the brink Of spilling more than guts about why Henry drinks Telling you so much about why Henry drinks |
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from Drive-By Truckers - Gangstabilly (2005)
You met him at the dance hall, you only saw his charms
You said he really swept you off your feet Then one night he's drinking and jealousy enraged He knocked out two of your front teeth So you came over to hide out at my place I guess I should have killed him there and then But you begged me not to, now you say he's changed And you're gonna go back to him Don't give me that bull about how it's for the children A man like that could never be a dad What happens when he kills you? What will they do then? Sometimes you ought to ask yourself that Don't go back to him he's a wife beater Be better off with this potato eater You says, "He's changed", don't be a fool A man like that's no good for you A man like that's no good for you Don't go back to him he's a wife beater Be better off with this potato eater You says, "He's changed", don't be a fool A man like that's no good for you A man like that's no good for you A man like that's no good for you |
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from Drive-By Truckers - Southern Rock Opera (2002)
If I make it through this year, I think I'm gonna put this bottle down
Maybe as time goes on I'll learn to miss it less than I do now Think I'm gonna tell her that I'm gonna go away for a while Till I can get this demon out You know the bottle ain't to blame and I ain't trying to It don't make you do a thing it just lets you When I'm six feet underground, I'll need a drink or two And I'll sure miss you Take me piece by piece till there ain't nothing left worth taking away from me The highway's humming in my head and it's hard to hear Won't you read my lips if I pull you near enough Could you read my fortune in the bottem of this coffee cup Tell me how to tell when I've had enough If morning's a bitch with open arms and night's a girl who's gone to far Whiskey is harder to keep than a woman and it's half as sweet but Women without whiskey, Women without whiskey Whiskey is hard to beat Whiskey is hard to beat |
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from Drive-By Truckers - Decoration Day (2003)
I know your Daddy hates me
And I got a room in hell reserved I know he wants to kill me And it's the least that I deserve But I always loved his daughter That's something that I know you know Just sometimes don't do what I ought to Sometimes I yes when I should no I know your Daddy hates me And I drink more than a whale But my failures ain't for lack of trying It's just a little too late now to prevail But you always knew I was a screw up Long before I screwed us up You said it endeared you to me But in the end you just gave up And I always loved your Daddy I loved your Mama even more And I always loved their daughter That's for sure And I know your Daddy hates me I know I'd probably hate me too But, I also know you don't hate me Even though you'd probably like to and ought to It's a little too late for writing love songs But I never did anything on time Happiness on your big adventure See you darling down the line And I always loved your Daddy I loved your Mama even more And I always loved their [Incomprehensible] That's for sure Now I always loved your Daddy I loved your Mama even more And I always loved their daughter That's for sure |
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from Drive-By Truckers - Southern Rock Opera (2002)
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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from Drive-By Truckers - Pizza Deliverance (2005)
All my family problems disappeared over night
We're all taking Zoloft and everything is fine My sister's teen angst just flew out the window Mama's so happy she laughs all the time Used to have trouble getting along with each other Mama's hating Daddy, I'm hating little brother Then the family doctor gave us all these little pills Now I can't believe how great we all feel All my family problems disappeared over night We're all taking Zoloft and everything is fine My sister's teen angst just flew out the window Mama's so happy she laughs all the time The birds in the trees all sing them happy songs Everyone is smiling, we're so glad to be alive Even my old pit bull don't growl anymore He just watches tail wag from side to side All my family problems disappeared over night We're all taking Zoloft and everything is fine My sister's teen angst just flew out the window Mama's so happy she laughs till she cries I used to be so unhappy singing songs about killing Taking methadone and jacking off four or five times a day But now I'm so happy, I'm so god damned happy Who needs an orgasm when life's so fucking great All my family problems disappeared over night We're all taking Zoloft and everything is fine My sister's teen angst just flew out the window Mama's so happy she cries all the time |
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