David Allan Coe

> They say The Beatles were
Just the beginning of
Everything music could be
Just like The Stones
I was rolling along
Like a ship lost
Out on the sea
And Joplin would die
For the future
And Dylan would write poetry
And in Texas the talk
Turned to Outlaws
Like Willie and Waylon and me
Hey, well that they say
Texas music is in the make
And we've been making
Music that is free
Doing one night stands
And playing with our bands
Willie Waylon and me

Country deejays knows that I'm an outlaw
They'd never come to see me in this dive
Where bikers stare at cowboys who are laughing at the hippies
Who are praying they'll get outta here alive

The loud mouth in the corner's gettin' to me
Talking 'bout my earrings and my hair
I guess he ain't read the signs that say I been to prison
Someone ought to warn him 'fore I knock him off his chair

'Cause my long hair just can't cover up my red neck
I've won every fight, I've ever fought
Hey, I don't need some turkey telling me that I ain't country
And sayin' I ain't worth the damned ol' ticket that he bought

'Cause I can sing all them songs about Texas
And I still do all the sad ones that I know
They tell me, I look like Merle Haggard
And sound a lot like David Allen Coe

And the bar maid in the last town that we played in
Knew the words to every song I'd wrote
She said, Jimmy Rabbit turned her on to my last album
Just about the time the jukebox broke

Yeah, Johny Cash helped me get out of prison
Long before Rodriguez stole that goat
I've been the Rhinestone Cowboy for so long, I can't remember
And I can do you every song, Hank Williams ever wrote

And I can sing all them songs about Texas
And I still do all the sad ones that I know
I can't help it, I look like Merle Haggard
And I sound a lot like David Allen Coe

But the country deejays, all think I'm an outlaw
And they'd never come to see me in this dive
Where bikers stare at cowboys who are laughing at the hippies
Who are praying they'll get out of here alive

The loud mouth in the corner's gettin' to me
Talking 'bout my earrings and my hair

Take this job and shove it
I ain't working here no more
My woman done left and
Took all the reasons
I was working for
You better not try to stand in my way
Cause I'm walkin' out the door
Take this job and shove it
I ain't working here no more.

I been workin' in this factory
For nigh on fifteen years
All this time I watched my woman
Drownin' in a sea of tears
And I seen a lot of good folks die
That had a lot of bills to pay
I'd give the shirt right offa' my back
If I had the nerve to say.

Take this job and shove it
I ain't working here no more
My woman done left and
Took all the reasons
I was workin' for
You better not try to stand in my way
Cause I'm walkin' out the door
Take this job and shove it
I ain't workin' here no more.

That foreman, he's a regular dog
The line boss, he's a fool.
He's got a flattop haircut
Man, he thinks he's cool
One of these days I'm gonna' blow my top
And that sucker, he's gonna' pay
And I just can't seem to wait
Till I get the nerve to say

Take this job and shove it
I ain't working here no more
My woman done left and
Took all the reasons
I was workin for
You better not try to stand in my way
Cause I'm walkin' out the door
Take this job and shove it
I ain't workin' here no more.

Take this job and shove it
I ain't working here no more
My woman done left and
Took all the reasons
I was workin' for
You better not try to stand in my way
Cause I'm walkin' out the door
Take this job and shove it
I ain't workin' here no more

Take this job and shove it!

Well I was thumbin' from Montgomery had my guitar on my back
When a stranger stopped beside me in an antique Cadillac
Now he was dressed like 1950, half drunk and hollow-eyed
Said, "It's a long walk to Nashville, would you like a ride, son?"

Well I sat down in the front seat and turned on the radio
And them sad old songs comin' out of them
Speakers was solid country gold
Then I noticed the stranger was
Ghost-white pale when he asked me for a light
And I knew there was something strange about this ride

He said, "Drifter can ya make folks cry when you play and sing?
Have you paid your dues, can you moan the blues?
Can you bend them, guitar strings?"
He said, "Boy can you make folks feel what you feel inside?
'Cause if you're big star bound let me warn ya, it's a long, hard ride"

Then he cried just south of Nashville and he turned that car around
He said, "This is where you get off boy I'm goin' back to Alabam"
As I stepped out of that Cadillac I said, "Mr., many thanks"
He said, "You don't have to call me Mr., Mr.
The whole world called me Hank

He said, "Drifter can ya make folks cry when you play and sing?
Have you paid your dues, can you moan the blues?
Can you bend them, guitar strings?"
He said, "Boy can you make folks feel what you feel inside?
'Cause if you're big star bound let me warn ya, it's a long, hard ride"

He said, "Drifter can ya make folks cry when you play and sing?
Have you paid your dues, can you moan the blues?
Can you bend them, guitar strings?"
He said, "Boy can you make folks feel what you feel inside?
'Cause if you're big star bound let me warn ya, it's a long, hard ride"
If you're big star bound let me warn ya it's a long, hard ride

Well it was all that I could do to keep from crying.
Sometimes it seems so useless to remain.
But you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'.
You never even called me by my name.

You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings.
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride.
And you don't have to call me Merle Haggard anymore,
Even though you're on my fightin' side.

And I'll hang around as long as you will let me.
And I never minded standing in the rain.
But you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'.
You never even called me by my name.

Well I've heard my name a few times in your phone book.
(Hello, Hello.)
And I've seen it on signs where I've played.
But the only time I know I'll hear David Allan Coe
Is when Jesus has his final Judgement Day.

So, I'll hang around as long as you will let me.
And I never minded standing in the rain.
But you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'.
You never even called me by my name.

(spoken:)
Well, a friend of mine named Steve Goodman wrote that song,
and he told me it was the perfect country and western song.
I wrote him back a letter and I told him it was not the
perfect country and western song because he hadn't said
anything at all about momma, or trains, or trucks,
or prison or gettin' drunk. Well, he sat down and
wrote another verse to this song and he sent it to me and
after reading it I realized that my friend had written the
perfect country and western song. And I felt obliged to include
it on this album. The last verse goes like this here:

Well, I was drunk the day my momma got out of prison,
And I went to pick her up in the rain.-ac

Would you lay with me in a field of stone
If my needs were strong would you lay with me
Should my lips grow dry would you wet them dear
In the midnight hour if my lips were dry
Would you go away to another land
Walk a thousand miles through the burning sand
Wipe the blood away from my dying hand if I give myself to you

Would you bathe with me in the stream of life
When the moon is full will you bathe with me
Will you still love me when I'm down and out
In my time of trials will you stand by me
Would you go away to another land
Walk a thousand miles through the burning sand
Wipe the blood away from my dying hand if I give myself to you
Would you lay with me in a field of stone
If my needs were strong would you lay with me

I like to play Hank Williams Jr. records just as loud as they will go
I'm into Lynyrd Skynyrd
The Allman Brothers and David Allan Coe
I like Willie, Waylon, George, and Merle
And a lot of ZZ Top
They play country, soul, rock and roll
I really like Kid Rock

Chorus
And I'm a redneck
A rock-n-roll son of the south
I don't like no new wave disco bands around
I'm gonna drink a couple dozen beers
Go out and jam some gears
I'm a long haired redneck rock-n-roll son of the south

I've got a 1965 Harley chopper
It sure makes those women stare
A dead flamingo wrapped around the cowboy hats I wear
I can cuss I can fight I can spit I can belch I can raise all kinds of hell
If you ride to live like I live to ride let me hear some rebel yells

Chorus
And I'm a redneck
A rock-n-roll son of the south
I don't like no new wave disco bands around
I'm gonna drink a couple dozen beers
Go out and jam some gears
I'm a long haired redneck rock-n-roll son of the south

I like my whiskey straight up
Daqueri just makes me ill
If someone touches my cowboy hat I get mad enough to kill
I got a rifle rack in my pickup truck
I'm a four wheelin' maniac
And if you want to race name the place
I'll show you where it's at mother fucker

Chorus
And I'm a redneck
A rock-n-roll son of the south
I don't like no new wave disco bands around
I'm gonna drink a couple dozen beers
Go out and jam some gears
I'm a long haired redneck rock-n-roll son of the south

I'm a long haired redneck rock-n-roll son of the south
I'm a long haired redneck rock-n-roll son of the south

Now I lay me down to cheat
On the woman I love so
And if I die between these sheets
I pray to God she'll never know

She's the best thing in this life
Why she worships the ground that he walks on
She waits up for him at night and worries
Until he's safely home
And she always believes his stories about working overtime
And in 20 years beside him cheatins never crossed her mind

Aw but it crossed his
Early last summer
In a person of a neighbor that she still calls her friend
And with a little push from drinkin one too many one night in the fall he gave in
And now he wishes he could stop himself
But theres no easy way
So he lays down with his lover
And silently he prays

Now I lay me down to cheat
On the woman I love so
And if I die between these sheets
I pray to God she'll never know

In his heart and soul
He knew he was playing a game he could never win
But ya know, forbidden fruit is sweet
Why it was sweet enough to make him risk it all again
And now he's givin up on lookin for a way
To fight the feeling
So he prays this simple pray
And hope it makes it past the hotel ceiling

Now I lay me down to cheat
On the woman I love so
And if I die between these sheets
I pray to God she'll never know

I found a woman
I felt a true love
She was everything
I'd ever been dreaming of

But she was bad, I didn't know it
Her pretty smile never did show it
All I knew is what I could see
And I knew I wanted her for me

Took her home to mama
Mama, wanna see my future bride
Well she looked at us both
Then she called me to her side

She said son, take time to know her
It's not an overnight thing
Take time to know her
Please don't go rushin to do your thing

But I didn't listen to my mama
I went straight to the church
I just couldn't wait for that little girl of mine
When I got off from work
The preacher was there
So was my future bride
He looked at us both and he called me to his side

Take time to know her
Not an overnight fling
Take time to know her
Don't go rushin to do your thing

But it looks like every thing's gonna turn out all right
But then I came home from work a little early one night
And there she was kissin on another man
Now I know what mama meant when she took me by the hand

She said, take time to know her
Not an overnight fling
Take time to know her
Don't go rushin to do your thing
She said, take time to know her
Not an overnight fling
Take time to know her
Don't go rushin to do your thing
Take time to know her

I ain't gonna call Hank Williams Junior Junior anymore
Even though I know what all his daddy done before
Hank weighs close to 200 pounds and he stands about 6 foot 4
And it's hard to call Hank Williams Junior Junior anymore

Just a little bit of Waylon sure goes a long way
But old Tex Ritter rode his horse and that was hell to pay
Willie said,"Don't nobody lay a hand on the bay
Jimmie Rodgers is the only reason that I'm standin' here today"

And I ain't gonna call Hank Williams Junior Junior anymore
Even though I know what all his daddy done before
Hank weighs close to 200 pounds and he stands about 6 foot 4
And it's hard to call Hank Williams Junior Junior anymore
Dickey Betts

Hank sang it all right from the heart, took the whole world by surprise
Stood right next to Elvis in Memphis and looked him straight in the eyes
Ten years later young Bocephus busted through the door
And I just can't call Hank Williams Junior Junior anymore

I ain't gonna call Hank Williams Junior Junior anymore
Even though I know what all his daddy done before
Hank weighs close to 200 pounds and he stands about 6 foot 4
And it's hard to call Hank Williams Junior Junior anymore

From Alabama young Bocephus busted through the door
And I just can't call Hank Williams Junior Junior anymore

Well when you're down on your luck and you ain't got a buck in London you're a goner
Even London Bridge has fallen down and moved to Arizona
Now I know why and I'll substantiate the rumor that the English sense of humor
Is drier than the Texas sand
You can put up your dukes or you can bet your boots but I'm leavin' as fast as I can
I want to go home with the armadillo good country music from Amarillo and Abilene
The friendliest people and the prettiest women you've ever seen

Well it's cold over here Lord I swear I wish they'd turn the heat on
And where in the world is that English girl I promised I would meet on the third floor
And of the whole damn lot the only friend I got is a smoke and a cheal guitar
My mind keeps rollin' and my heart keeps yearnin' to be home in Texas bar
I want to go home with the armadillo...



Well I decided that I'd get my cowboy hat and go down to Marble Arch Station
Cause when a Texas fancies he'll take his chances
Chances will be taken that's for sure
And them Limey eyes they were eyin' the prize some people call manly footwear
And they said you're from down south and when you open your mouth
Son you always seem to put yout foor there
I want to go home with Armadilla...
I want to go home with Armadilla...

Sometimes it's hard to be a woman
giving all your love to just one man.
You'll have bad times
And he'll have good times,
Doin' things that you don't understand.

But if you love him you'll forgive him,
even though he's hard to understand.
And if you love him Oh be proud of him,
'Cause after all he's just a man.

Stand By Your Man,
Give him two arms to cling to,
And something warm to come to
when nights are cold and lonely.

Stand By Your Man,
And tell the world you love him.
Giving all the love you can.
Stand By Your Man.

Stand By Your Man,
And show the world you love him.
Keep giving all the love you can;

I used to spend my nights out
In a bar room
Liquor was the only love I'd known
But you rescued me from reaching for the bottom
Brought me back from being too far gone
You're as smooth as Tennesee whiskey
You're as sweet as strawberry wine
You're as warm as a glass of Brandy
And I stay stoned on your love all the time
I looked for love
In all the same old places
Found the bottom of the bottle's
Always dry
But when you poured out your heart
I didn't waste it
Cause there's nothing like your love
To get me high
You're as smooth as Tennesee whiskey
You're as sweet as strawberry wine
You're as warm as a glass of Brandy
And I stay stoned on your love all the time
I stay stoned on your love all the time

Well I'm finally gettin' used to the water
The way the tarantulas bite
Those federals didn't believe
I only came here to watch the bulls fight

Tell my mother, "I need a good lawyer"
Tell my father, "I'm getting a tan"
My sleepy siesta down south of the border
Is taking more time than I planned

Oh Juanita somebody betrayed me
They've given me ten years to life
Juanita I need you to save me
I promise I'll make you my wife

I got a big house in Milwaukee
With a color TV and a pool
A Naugahyde bar and a Cadillac car
Juanita they're waiting for you

Tie the burro up down in the courtyard
To keep the guard busy tonight
When you bring my dinner make sure the tortilla
Is filled with a gun or a knife

Hey Juanita somebody betrayed me
They've given me ten years to life
Juanita I need you to save me
I promise I'll make you my wife

Juanita you'll love Wisconsin
Wisconsin is gonna love you
Yes, all of Milwaukee speaks Spanish
Of course you're gonna wear American shoes

Lake Michigan tastes like tequila
Frijoles why they grow there on trees
You can say adios to the pigs and the goats
If you'll just do this one thing for me

But Juanita somebody betrayed me
They've given me ten years to life
Juanita I need you to save me
I promise I'll make you my wife

Juanita, I, I swear it was all a mistake
You see I was drowning out there in the ocean
And I saw this bale coming by man
So I grabbed it and I climbed up on top of it
And I found this stick and I rowed myself into shore

And when I got there
The border patrol was waiting for me
At the I didn't know what it was
I promise you if you'll just marry me
So I can become a citizen of Mexico

I'll take you to Milwaukee
You can meet all my friends
They got these big shiny motorcycles
And you can ride on the back of 'em with 'em

Really, Juanita would I lie to you?

Forever my darling our love will be true always and forever I'll love only you
Just promise me darling your love in return
Make this fire in my soul dear forever burn
My heart's at your command dear to keep love and to hold
Making you happy's my desire dear loving you is my goal
I'll forever love you the rest of my days I'll never part from you and your loving ways
[ guitar ]
My heart's at your command...
This is my last letter end of the song my life is so miserable I can't go on

Would you lay with me in a field of stone
If my needs were strong would you lay with me
Should my lips grow dry would you wet them dear
In the midnight hour if my lips were dry
Would you go away to another land
Walk a thousand miles through the burning sand
Wipe the blood away from my dying hand if I give myself to you

Would you bathe with me in the stream of life
When the moon is full will you bathe with me
Will you still love me when I'm down and out
In my time of trials will you stand by me
Would you go away to another land
Walk a thousand miles through the burning sand
Wipe the blood away from my dying hand if I give myself to you
Would you lay with me in a field of stone
If my needs were strong would you lay with me

Well it was all that I could do to keep from crying.
Sometimes it seems so useless to remain.
But you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'.
You never even called me by my name.

You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings.
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride.
And you don't have to call me Merle Haggard anymore,
Even though you're on my fightin' side.

And I'll hang around as long as you will let me.
And I never minded standing in the rain.
But you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'.
You never even called me by my name.

Well I've heard my name a few times in your phone book.
(Hello, Hello.)
And I've seen it on signs where I've played.
But the only time I know I'll hear David Allan Coe
Is when Jesus has his final Judgement Day.

So, I'll hang around as long as you will let me.
And I never minded standing in the rain.
But you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'.
You never even called me by my name.

(spoken:)
Well, a friend of mine named Steve Goodman wrote that song,
and he told me it was the perfect country and western song.
I wrote him back a letter and I told him it was not the
perfect country and western song because he hadn't said
anything at all about momma, or trains, or trucks,
or prison or gettin' drunk. Well, he sat down and
wrote another verse to this song and he sent it to me and
after reading it I realized that my friend had written the
perfect country and western song. And I felt obliged to include
it on this album. The last verse goes like this here:

Well, I was drunk the day my momma got out of prison,
And I went to pick her up in the rain.-ac

Would you lay with me in a field of stone
If my needs were strong would you lay with me
Should my lips grow dry would you wet them dear
In the midnight hour if my lips were dry
Would you go away to another land
Walk a thousand miles through the burning sand
Wipe the blood away from my dying hand if I give myself to you

Would you bathe with me in the stream of life
When the moon is full will you bathe with me
Will you still love me when I'm down and out
In my time of trials will you stand by me
Would you go away to another land
Walk a thousand miles through the burning sand
Wipe the blood away from my dying hand if I give myself to you
Would you lay with me in a field of stone
If my needs were strong would you lay with me

> They say The Beatles were
Just the beginning of
Everything music could be
Just like The Stones
I was rolling along
Like a ship lost
Out on the sea
And Joplin would die
For the future
And Dylan would write poetry
And in Texas the talk
Turned to Outlaws
Like Willie and Waylon and me
Hey, well that they say
Texas music is in the make
And we've been making
Music that is free
Doing one night stands
And playing with our bands
Willie Waylon and me

> Lately I've been thinking too much lately
I've been staying kinda stoned
Maybe I need someone who can make me feel
Like I'm not making it alone
Lately you've been colder than the weather
Whether love was right or love was wrong
Once you told me there was no one better
Now you say you're better off alone
Yesterday has ran into tomorrow
Wrecking every dream we've ever known
Even though we're lying here together in this bed I believe we're laying here alone
Lately I've been drivin' myself crazy lately
This old house ain't been no home
I thought you were something to hold on to
When I could not make it on my own
Lately you've been more than I can handle lately
I can't handle being stoned
Maybe I need someone who can make me feel
Like I'm not making it alone
Yesterday has ran into tomorrow
Wrecking every dream we've ever known
Even though we're lying here together in this bed I believe we're laying here alone
Lately I've been thinking too much lately

If I give my love to you girl, will I get love in return?
Or will I just get a fire, for as long as it will burn
I'm not looking for a lover, I don't even want a friend
I want this to last forever, and forever never ends

Don't tell me lies or hypnotize me with your eyes
While saying that you need me
If this is just a one night stand, I'd rather turn around and walk away
Don't hold me in your arms and run your fingers through my hair
If you don't love me
If this is just a game, well honey I don't think I really care to play

I've trusted you before, babe and you always let me down
I came back to you believing, I was more than just a clown
You say it will be different, this time your love is real
Honey don't make me believe you, if that ain't the way you feel

Don't tell me lies or hypnotize me with your eyes
While saying that you need me
If this is just a one night stand, I'd rather turn around and walk away
Don't hold me in your arms and run your fingers through my hair
If you don't love me
If this is just a game, well honey I don't think I really care to play

Don't tell me lies or hypnotize me with your eyes
While saying that you need me
If this is just a one night stand, I'd rather turn around and walk away
Don't hold me in your arms and run your fingers through my hair
If you don't love me

Now I lay me down to cheat
On the woman I love so
And if I die between these sheets
I pray to God she'll never know

She's the best thing in this life
Why she worships the ground that he walks on
She waits up for him at night and worries
Until he's safely home
And she always believes his stories about working overtime
And in 20 years beside him cheatins never crossed her mind

Aw but it crossed his
Early last summer
In a person of a neighbor that she still calls her friend
And with a little push from drinkin one too many one night in the fall he gave in
And now he wishes he could stop himself
But theres no easy way
So he lays down with his lover
And silently he prays

Now I lay me down to cheat
On the woman I love so
And if I die between these sheets
I pray to God she'll never know

In his heart and soul
He knew he was playing a game he could never win
But ya know, forbidden fruit is sweet
Why it was sweet enough to make him risk it all again
And now he's givin up on lookin for a way
To fight the feeling
So he prays this simple pray
And hope it makes it past the hotel ceiling

Now I lay me down to cheat
On the woman I love so
And if I die between these sheets
I pray to God she'll never know

They judge a boy by his friends
And all a mine are trash
They say you find your own level
Well, I'm a snake in the grass

But I can't help the things I do
I've always been attracted to

Cheap thrills, don't you know I like
Cheap thrills, it's night after night
Cheap thrills
Well, if you ain't supposed to do it I will

I got a low reputation and and a bad attitude
'Cause all I want to do is something that I ain't supposed to do
But I can't change the things I love
I guess I'm just a victim of

Cheap thrills, don't you know I like
Cheap thrills, it's night after night
Cheap thrills
Well, if you ain't supposed to do it I will

Cheap thrills, don't you know I like
Cheap thrills, it's night after night
Cheap thrills
Well, if you ain't supposed to do it I will

Cheap thrills, whoa, you know I like
Cheap thrills, whoa, night after night
Cheap thrills, yes, yes, yes
If you ain't supposed to do it I will

Why the day you were born, girl
Your mom and I named you, Tanya Montana
I just thought you should know

Your eyes were
As blue as the skies of Montana
Your skin was
As white as fresh falling snow

Tanya Montana is some thing to see
A dream that came true for your mother and me
A small piece of Heaven on earth as they say
But Tanya Montana is so far away

Why some day you're gonna grow up
And you're gonna leave us, sweet Tanya
And some man will steal you
Some man's gonna steal you away, I know

But you know me and your momma
Why we love you, Montana
Lord, it's going to break our hearts
When we see you go

Tanya Montana has been on my mind
Like the eagles that fly above reaching the light
Searching for freedom, you'll find it some day
And then Tanya Montana will be so far away

I like to play Hank Williams Jr. records just as loud as they will go
I'm into Lynyrd Skynyrd
The Allman Brothers and David Allan Coe
I like Willie, Waylon, George, and Merle
And a lot of ZZ Top
They play country, soul, rock and roll
I really like Kid Rock

Chorus
And I'm a redneck
A rock-n-roll son of the south
I don't like no new wave disco bands around
I'm gonna drink a couple dozen beers
Go out and jam some gears
I'm a long haired redneck rock-n-roll son of the south

I've got a 1965 Harley chopper
It sure makes those women stare
A dead flamingo wrapped around the cowboy hats I wear
I can cuss I can fight I can spit I can belch I can raise all kinds of hell
If you ride to live like I live to ride let me hear some rebel yells

Chorus
And I'm a redneck
A rock-n-roll son of the south
I don't like no new wave disco bands around
I'm gonna drink a couple dozen beers
Go out and jam some gears
I'm a long haired redneck rock-n-roll son of the south

I like my whiskey straight up
Daqueri just makes me ill
If someone touches my cowboy hat I get mad enough to kill
I got a rifle rack in my pickup truck
I'm a four wheelin' maniac
And if you want to race name the place
I'll show you where it's at mother fucker

Chorus
And I'm a redneck
A rock-n-roll son of the south
I don't like no new wave disco bands around
I'm gonna drink a couple dozen beers
Go out and jam some gears
I'm a long haired redneck rock-n-roll son of the south

I'm a long haired redneck rock-n-roll son of the south
I'm a long haired redneck rock-n-roll son of the south

I used to spend my nights out
In a bar room
Liquor was the only love I'd known
But you rescued me from reaching for the bottom
Brought me back from being too far gone
You're as smooth as Tennesee whiskey
You're as sweet as strawberry wine
You're as warm as a glass of Brandy
And I stay stoned on your love all the time
I looked for love
In all the same old places
Found the bottom of the bottle's
Always dry
But when you poured out your heart
I didn't waste it
Cause there's nothing like your love
To get me high
You're as smooth as Tennesee whiskey
You're as sweet as strawberry wine
You're as warm as a glass of Brandy
And I stay stoned on your love all the time
I stay stoned on your love all the time

Well I was thumbin' from Montgomery had my guitar on my back
When a stranger stopped beside me in an antique Cadillac
Now he was dressed like 1950, half drunk and hollow-eyed
Said, "It's a long walk to Nashville, would you like a ride, son?"

Well I sat down in the front seat and turned on the radio
And them sad old songs comin' out of them
Speakers was solid country gold
Then I noticed the stranger was
Ghost-white pale when he asked me for a light
And I knew there was something strange about this ride

He said, "Drifter can ya make folks cry when you play and sing?
Have you paid your dues, can you moan the blues?
Can you bend them, guitar strings?"
He said, "Boy can you make folks feel what you feel inside?
'Cause if you're big star bound let me warn ya, it's a long, hard ride"

Then he cried just south of Nashville and he turned that car around
He said, "This is where you get off boy I'm goin' back to Alabam"
As I stepped out of that Cadillac I said, "Mr., many thanks"
He said, "You don't have to call me Mr., Mr.
The whole world called me Hank

He said, "Drifter can ya make folks cry when you play and sing?
Have you paid your dues, can you moan the blues?
Can you bend them, guitar strings?"
He said, "Boy can you make folks feel what you feel inside?
'Cause if you're big star bound let me warn ya, it's a long, hard ride"

He said, "Drifter can ya make folks cry when you play and sing?
Have you paid your dues, can you moan the blues?
Can you bend them, guitar strings?"
He said, "Boy can you make folks feel what you feel inside?
'Cause if you're big star bound let me warn ya, it's a long, hard ride"
If you're big star bound let me warn ya it's a long, hard ride

Country deejays knows that I'm an outlaw
They'd never come to see me in this dive
Where bikers stare at cowboys who are laughing at the hippies
Who are praying they'll get outta here alive

The loud mouth in the corner's gettin' to me
Talking 'bout my earrings and my hair
I guess he ain't read the signs that say I been to prison
Someone ought to warn him 'fore I knock him off his chair

'Cause my long hair just can't cover up my red neck
I've won every fight, I've ever fought
Hey, I don't need some turkey telling me that I ain't country
And sayin' I ain't worth the damned ol' ticket that he bought

'Cause I can sing all them songs about Texas
And I still do all the sad ones that I know
They tell me, I look like Merle Haggard
And sound a lot like David Allen Coe

And the bar maid in the last town that we played in
Knew the words to every song I'd wrote
She said, Jimmy Rabbit turned her on to my last album
Just about the time the jukebox broke

Yeah, Johny Cash helped me get out of prison
Long before Rodriguez stole that goat
I've been the Rhinestone Cowboy for so long, I can't remember
And I can do you every song, Hank Williams ever wrote

And I can sing all them songs about Texas
And I still do all the sad ones that I know
I can't help it, I look like Merle Haggard
And I sound a lot like David Allen Coe

But the country deejays, all think I'm an outlaw
And they'd never come to see me in this dive
Where bikers stare at cowboys who are laughing at the hippies
Who are praying they'll get out of here alive

The loud mouth in the corner's gettin' to me
Talking 'bout my earrings and my hair