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I was born a travelin' man, that's all I'll ever be Moving around from town to town is what makes me so free My father was a trucker for the years of '23 On the day that I was born his blood was left to me I'm a travelin' man Travelin' Man -- that's what I am Travelin' Man Travelin' Man That's what I am Travelin' man -- that's what I am No woman puts a hold on me You'll see me once or maybe twice That's all you'll see of me All you pretty women Lord, I hope you understand Don't be a fool Lord no, and put your heart in a travellin' man I'm a travelin' man Travelin' Man Travelin' Man -- that's what I am Travelin' Man (Bridge) Travelin' Man -- that's what I am Guess I'll always be Travelin' Man -- that's what I am But at least I'm free Travelin' man Oh - that's what I am Travelin' man -- that's what I am, Lord I move so fast I have had so many women, none of them have last I am just a mover, moving fast as sound Always free, sometimes lonely. Always movin' around Travelin' Man Travelin' Man -- that's what I am Travelin' Man Oh - that's what I am |
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MAMA TOLD ME WHEN I WAS YOUNG "COME SIT BESIDE ME, MY ONLY SON AND LISTEN CLOSELY TO WHAT I SAY AND IF YOU DO THIS, IT WILL HELP YOU SOME SUNNY DAY TAKE YOUR TIME... DON'T LIVE TOO FAST TROUBLES WILL COME AND THEY WILL PASS GO FIND A WOMAN AND YOU'LL FIND LOVE AND DON'T FORGET, SON THERE IS SOMEONE UP ABOVE." "AND BE A SIMPLE KIND OF MAN BE SOMETHING YOU LOVE AND UNDERSTAND BABY, BE A SIMPLE KIN OF MAN WON'T YOU DO THIS FOR ME, SON IF YOU CAN?" "FORGET YOUR LUST FOR THE RICH MAN'S GOLD ALL THAT YOU NEED IS IN YOUR SOUL AND YOU CAN DO THIS IF YOU TRY AND THAT I WANT FOR YOU MY SON IS TO BE SATISFIED" "BOY, DON'T YOU WORRY...YOU'LL FIND YOURSELF FOLLOW YOUR HEART AND NOTHING ELSE AND YOU CAN DO THIS IF YOU TRY ALL THAT I WANT FOR YOU, MY SON IS TO BE SATISFIED." |
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Thirty days, lord and thirty nights I'm comin' home on an airplane flight Mama waitin' at the ticket line Tell me son why do you stand there cryin' It was the needle and the spoon And a trip to the moon Took me away, took me away I've been feelin' so sick and tired Got to get better, lord before I die Seven doctors couldn't help my head, they said You better quit, son before your dead Quit the needle. Quit the spoon Quit the trip to the moon We gonna take you away. Lord, we gonna take you away [Spoken:] It was the needle and the spoon I've seen a lot of people who thought they were cool But then again, lord I've seen a lot of fools Well, I hope you people, lord can hear what I say You'll have your chance to hit it some day Don't mess with the needle or a spoon Or any trip to the moon It'll take you away Lord, their gonna bury you boy Don't mess with the needle Now I know, I know, I know... |
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Life is so strange when its changin', yes indeed Well I've seen the hard times and the pressure's been on me But I keep on workin' like the workin' man do And I've got my act together, gonna walk all over you (chorus) Gimme back my bullets Put 'em back where they belong Ain't foolin' around 'cause I done had my fun Ain't gonna see no more damage done Gimme back my bullets Sweet talkin' people done ran me out of town And I drank enough whiskey to float a battleship around But I'm leavin' this game one step ahead of you And you will not hear me cry 'cause I do not sing the blues (chorus) Gimme back my bullets Put 'em back where they belong Ain't foolin' around 'cause I done had my fun Ain't gonna see no more damage done Gimme back, gimme back my bullets Oh, put 'em back... where they belong Been up and down since I turned seventeen Well I've been on top, and then it seems I lost my dream But I got it back, I'm feelin' better everyday Tell all those pencil pushers, better get out of my way (chorus) Gimme back my bullets Put 'em back where they belong Ain't foolin' around, 'cause I done had my fun Ain't gonna see no more damage done Gimme back, gimme back my bullets Oh put 'em back where they belong Gimme back my bullets |
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Give me a T for Texas, give me a T for Tennessee
Give me a T for Texas, give me a T for Tennessee Give me a T for Thelma, woman made a fool out of me If you don't want me baby, mama you sure don't got to stall If you don't want me baby, mama you sure don't got to stall I've had more pretty women than a passenger train could haul I'm gonna buy myself a shotgun, one with a long shiny barrel I'm gonna buy myself a shotgun, one with a long shiny barrel I'm gonna shoot me a rounder oh that stole away my gal I'd rather drink your muddy water, sleep down in a hollow log I'd rather drink your muddy water, sleep down in a hollow log Than to be in Atlanta, Georgia, treat me like a dirty dog (I don't have to go for that) If you don't want me baby, mama you sure don't got to stall If you don't want me baby, mama you sure don't got to stall 'Cause I've had more pretty women than a passenger train could haul And that ain't all I'd rather drink your muddy water, sleep down in a hollow log I'd rather drink your muddy water, sleep down in a hollow log Than to be in Atlanta, Georgia, treated like a dirty dog Oh Give me a T for Texas, give me a T for Tennessee Give me a T for Thelma, woman made a fool out of me Give me a T for Texas, give me that T for Tennessee Give me a T for Thelma, woman made a fool out of me One more time Give me a T for Thelma, oh that woman made a fool... I said said oh, that woman made a fool Out of me, yeah |
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Big wheels keep on turning,
Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the southland. I miss ole bamy once again and I think it's a sin. Well, I heard Mister Young sing about her. Well, I heard ole Neil put her down. Well, I hope Neil Young will remember A southern man don't need him around anyhow. * Sweet home Alabama where the skies are so blue. Sweet home Alabama, Lord, I'm coming home to you. In Birmingham they love the Gov'nor. Now we all did what we could do. Now Watergate does not bother me. Does your conscience bother you, tell the truth. Repeat * (Solo) Now Muscle Shoals has got the Swampers And they ve been known to pick a song or two. Lord, they get me off so much, They pick me up when I'm feeling blue, now how about you. Repeat *(twice) |
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Seven years of hard luck, comin' down on me
From the Florida border, yea up to Nashville Tennessee I worked in every joint you can name, mister every honkytonk Along come Mr Yankee Slicker, sayin' maybe you're what I want * Want you to sign your contract Want you to sign today Gonna give you lots of money Workin' For MCA 9000 dollars, that's all we could win But we smiled at the Yankee Slicker with a big ol' Southern grin They're gonna take me out to California gonna make me a superstar Just pay me all of my money and mister maybe you won't get a scar *Repeat Suckers took my money since I was seventeen If it ain't no pencil pusher, it got to be a honkytonk queen But I'll sign my contract baby, and I wan't you people to know That every penny that I make, I'm gonna see where my money goes *Repeat |
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Well, I'll tell you plainly baby
What I plan to do 'Cause I may be crazy baby But I ain't no fool Your daddy's rich, mama You're overdue But I ain't the one, baby Been messing with you Got bells in your mind, mama So won't you pardon me I think its time for me to move along I do believe Now you're talking jive, woman When you say to me Your daddy's gonna take us in baby 'N take care of me You know and I know, woman I ain't the one I never hurt you sweet heart I never pulled my gun Got bells in your mind, baby So won't you pardon me? I think its time for me to move along I do believe Time for me to put my boots out in the street baby Are you ready boots -- walk on All right there missy, let me tell you a thing or two Now you're talking jive, woman When you say to me Your daddy's gonna take us in baby 'N take care of me When you know and I know, woman I ain't the one That ain't my idea -- uh unh -- of having fun Got rings in your eyes lady So won't you pardon me I think its time for me to move along I do believe I must be in the middle of some kind of conspiracy |
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I asked the wise man on one sunny day,
can you help me to find my way? You're so much older and wiser too, would you help me, mister wiseman, I'm feelin' blue. You're not doin' too bad, not bad at all. You're just tryin' to walk, son, before you can crawl. You've got stacks of money to the sky up above, now all you need is to find you a love. He sent me searchin', go to find my love. He sent me searchin', I said, Lord up above. He sent me searchin', he said, find the morning dove and she'll tell you where to find your love. Son, you can have anything in this God's world but you won't be happy, son, till you find a girl. Now you can be happy, boy, if you try find a woman, son, you'll be satified. He sent me searchin', go to find my love. He sent me searchin', I said, Lord up above. He sent me searchin', he said, find the morning dove and she'll tell you where to find your love. He sent me searchin', go to find my love. He sent me searchin', I said, Lord up above. He sent me searchin', he said, find the morning dove and she'll tell you where to find your love. Oh, oh Lord, he sent me searchin'. |
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Train, roll on, on down the line.
Won't you, please, take me far away. Now I feel the wind blow outside my door. Means I'm, I'm leaving my woman at home. Tuesday's gone with the wind. Oh, my baby's gone with the wind. And I just don't know, oh, where I'm going. I just want to be left alone. Well, when this train ends I'll try again oh, but I'm leaving my woman at home. Tuesday's gone with the wind. Tuesday's gone with the wind. Tuesday's gone with the wind. My baby's gone with the wind. Train, roll on, Tuesday's gone. Train, roll on many miles from my home. See I'm, I'm riding my blues away, yeh. Tuesday, you see, she had to be free. Lord, but somehow I've got to carry on. Tuesday's gone with the wind. Tuesday's gone with the wind. Tuesday's gone with the wind. My baby's gone with the wind. Train, roll on 'cause my baby's gone.. I'm riding my blues away, baby turn around my blues ride on, train, ride on, train ridin' my blues, babe come back to me, babe come back to me oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh train.. |
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Two feets they come a creepin
like a black cat do and two bodies are layin' naked. Creeper think he got nothin' to lose. So he creeps into this house, yeah and unlocks the door and as a man's reaching for his trousers shoots him full of thirty-eight holes. It's the Saturday night special got a barrel that's blue and cold ain't good for nothin but put a man six feet in a hole Big Jim's been drinkin' whiskey and playin' poker on a losin' night and pretty soon ol' Jim starts a thinkin somebody been cheatin' and lyin'. So big Jim commence to fightin', I wouldn't tell you no lie. Big Jim done pulled his pistol, shot his friend right between the eyes. It's the Saturday night special got a barrel that's blue and cold ain't good for nothin but put a man six feet in a hole Hand guns are made for killin', they ain't no good for nothin' else. And if you like to drink your whiskey you might even shoot yourself. So why don't we dump 'em people to the bottom of the sea before some ol' fool come around here, wanna shoot either you or me. It's the Saturday night special you got a barrel that's blue and cold you ain't good for nothin but put a man six feet in a hole It's the saturday night special and I'd like to tell you what you could do with it and that's the end of the song |
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I'm headed down a highway got a suitcase by my side
Blue skies hangin' over my head I got 500 miles to ride I'm goin' down to Memphis town to play a latenight show I hope the people are ready there 'cause the boys are all ready to go Well, I'm a whiskey rock-a-roller That's what I am Women, whiskey and miles of travellin' Is all I understand I was born a travellin' man and my feets do burn the ground I don't care for fancy music if your shoes can't shuffle around I got a 100 women or more and there's no place I call home The only time I'm satisfied is when I'm on the road Sometimes I wonder where will we go Lord don't take my whiskey, rock and roll Take me down to Memphis town, busdriver get me there I got me a queenie she got longbrown curly hair She likes to drink Old Grandad and her shoes do shuffle around And everytime I see that gal Lord she wants to take me down Sometimes I wonder where will we go Lord don't take my whiskey, rock and roll |
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Big wheels keep on turning
Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the Southland I miss Alabamy once again And I think its a sin, yes Well I heard mister Young sing about her Well, I heard ole Neil put her down Well, I hope Neil Young will remember A Southern man don't need him around anyhow Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Sweet Home Alabama Lord, I'm coming home to you In Birmingham they love the governor Now we all did what we could do Now Watergate does not bother me Does your conscience bother you? Tell the truth Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Sweet Home Alabama Lord, I'm coming home to you Here I come Alabama Now Muscle Shoals has got the Swampers And they've been known to pick a song or two Lord they get me off so much They pick me up when I'm feeling blue Now how about you? Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Sweet Home Alabama Lord, I'm coming home to you Sweet home Alabama Oh sweet home baby Where the skies are so blue And the governor's true Sweet Home Alabama Lordy Lord, I'm coming home to you Yea, yea Montgomery's got the answer |
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I was cutting the rug
Down at a place called The Jug With a girl named Linda Lu When in walked a man With a gun in his hand And he was looking for you know who. He said, "Hey there fellow, With the hair colored yellow, Watcha tryin' to prove? 'Cause that's my woman there And I'm a man who cares And this might be all for you." I said "Excuse me" I was scared and fearing for my life. I was shakin' like a leaf on a tree. 'Cause he was lean, mean, Big and bad, Lord, Pointin' that gun at me. I said, "Wait a minute, mister, I didn't even kiss her. Don't want no trouble with you. And I know you don't owe me But I wish you'd let me Ask one favor from you." *"Won't you give me three steps, Gimme three steps mister, Gimme three steps towards the door? Gimme three steps Gimme three steps mister, And you'll never see me no more." Well the crowd cleared away And I began to pray as the water fell on the floor. And I'm telling you son, Well, it ain't no fun Staring straight down a forty-four. Well he turned and screamed at Linda Lu And that's the break I was looking for. And you could hear me screaming a mile away As I was headed out towards the door. *Repeat |
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They call me the breeze, I keep blowin' down the road.
Well now, they call me the breeze, I keep blowin' down the road. I ain't got me nobody, I don't carry me no load. Ain't no change in the weather, ain't no changes in me. Well, there ain't no change in the weather, ain't no changes in me. And I ain't hidin' from nobody, nobody's hidin' from me. Well I got that green light, baby, I got to keep movin' on. Well I got that green light, baby, I got to keep movin' on. Well, I might go out to California, might go down to Georgia, I don't know. Well, I dig you Georgia peaches, makes me feel right at home. Now well, I dig you Georgia peaches, makes me feel right at home. But I don't love me no one woman so I cant stay in Georgia long. Well now, they call me the breeze, I keep blowin' down the road. Well now, they call me the breeze, I keep blowin' down the road. I ain't got me nobody, I don't carry me no load. |
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I went down to the crossroads, fell down on my knee.
Down to the crossroads, fell down on my knee. Asked the Lord above for mercy, "Take me if you please." I went down to the crossroads, tried to flag a ride. Down to the crossroads, tried to flag a ride. Nobody seemed to know me, everybody passed me by. When I'm goin' down to Rosedale take my rider by my side. Goin' down to Rosedale take my rider by my side. We can still barrelhouse, baby, on the riverside. You can run, you can run, tell my friend, boy, Willie Brown. Run, you can run, tell my friend, boy, Willie Brown. And I'm standin' at the crossroads, believe I'm sinkin' down. |
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If I leave here tomorrow
Would you still remember me? For I must be travelling on, now, 'Cause there's too many places I've got to see. But, if I stayed here with you, girl, Things just couldn't be the same. 'Cause I'm as free as a bird now, And this bird you can not change. Lord knows, I can't change. Bye, bye, its been a sweet love. Though this feeling I can't change. But please don't take it badly, 'Cause Lord knows I'm to blame. But, if I stayed here with you girl, Things just couldn't be the same. Cause I'm as free as a bird now, And this bird you'll never change. And this bird you can not change. Lord knows, I can't change. Lord help me, I can't change. |
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