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Big wheels keep on turning
Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the South land I miss ole ’Bamy once again, and I think it’s a sin, yeah Well, I heard Mister Young sing about her Well, I heard old Neil put her down Well, I hope Neil Young will remember A southern man don’t need him around anyhow {Refrain} 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, hoo hoo hoo Now we all did what we could do Now Watergate does not bother me Does your conscience bother you, tell the truth {Refrain} Now Muscle Shoals has got the Swampers And they’ve been known to pick a song or two,yes they do Lord, they get me off so much They pick me up when I’m feeling blue, now how about you {Refrain twice} |
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| 2. |
| 4:26 |
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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 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.' (Chorus) '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. (Chorus) |
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| 3. |
| 5:55 |
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Mama told me when I was young
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 어릴 적 어머니께서 이렇게 말씀하셨어 하나뿐인 아들아, 이리 와서 앉아 봐라 그리고 내가 하는 말을 새겨 들어야 해 그러면 네가 햇빛 찬란한 날을 볼 수 있도록 도와 줄거야 Oh 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 여유를 가지고 급하게 삶을 살려 하지마 시련은 다가왔다가 곧 지나기 마련이니까 여자 친구도 사귀고 사랑도 해 보거라 그리고 저 위에서 하나님께서 보고 계시다는 걸 잊지 말아야 해 And be a simple kind of man Oh be something you love and understand Baby, be a simple kind of man Oh, won′t you do this for me, Son if you can 소박하고 겸손한 사람이 되야 한다 네 자신이 사랑하고 이해할 수 있는 그런 사람이 되어야 해 수수하고 검소한 사람이 되어야 한다 아들아, 할 수 있다면 날 위해 그렇게 해 주지 않으련? 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 All that I want for you, My son is to be satisfied 부자가 되기 위해 돈이나 추구하는 그런 욕심은 버려야 해 필요한 것은 모두 마음 속에 들어 있단다 네가 노력하면 그렇게 될 수 있어 얘야, 내가 너에게 바라는 건 만족하는 삶을 사는 거란다 And be a simple kind of man Oh be something you love and understand Baby, be a simple kind of man Oh, won′t you do this for me, Son if you can 소박하고 겸손한 사람이 되야 한다 네 자신이 사랑하고 이해하는 그런 사람이 되어야 해 수수하고 검소한 사람이 되어야 한다 아들아, 할 수 있다면 날 위해 그렇게 해 주지 않겠니 Boy, don′t you worry You′ll find yourself Follow your heart and nothing else And you can do this oh baby, if you try All that I want for you, My son is to be satisfied 너무 걱정하지 말거라 네 자신이 누군지 발견할 거야 그 무엇보다 네 자신의 마음에 따라 살아 그리고 노력하면 그렇게 될 수 있단다 내가 너에게 바라는 건 만족하는 삶을 살아가는 거야 And be a simple kind of man Oh be something you love and understand Baby, be a simple kind of man Oh, won′t you do this for me, Son if you can 소박하고 겸손한 사람이 되야 한다 네 자신이 사랑하고 이해하는 그런 사람이 되어야 해 수수하고 검소한 사람이 되어야 한다 아들아, 할 수 있다면 날 위해 그렇게 해 주지 않겠니 |
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| 4. |
| 3:31 |
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Going down to the swamp
Gonna watch me a hound dog catch a 'coon Well, I'm going down to the swamp Gonna watch me a hound dog catch a 'coon You know the hounddog make-a music On a summer night under a full moon Lord, fetch my cane pole mama Gonna catch a bream or maybe two Lord, fetch my cane pole mama Gonna catch a bream or maybe two And when the hound dog start barkin' Sounds like ol' Son House singin' the blues (chorus) Hound dog sing that Swamp, swamp, swamp, swamp music Swamp, swamp, swamp, swamp music When the hound dog starts singin' I ain't got them big ol' city blues Well, hey pretty mama Lord, just take that city hike Said go ahead pretty mama Lord, just take your city hike Well, I'd rather live with the hound dogs For the rest of my natural born life (chorus) Singing that Swamp, swamp, swamp, swamp music Swamp, swamp, swamp, swamp music Well, I'd rather live with the hounddogs For the rest of my natural born life Well, I'd wanna live with the hound dogs For the rest of my natural born life |
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| 5. |
| 3:52 |
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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' (chorus) 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 (chorus) 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 (chorus) 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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| 6. |
| 4:24 |
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(Allen Collins - Ronnie VanZant)
New York City is a thousand miles away And if you ask me, I'll tell you that's OK Now I'm not trying to put the big apple down 'Cause they don't need a man like me in town I pick cotton down on the Dixie line Work hard all day tryin' to make a dime But that's allright, that's OK by me 'Cause that's the way that it was meant to be Big city, hard times don't bother me I'm a country boy, I'm as happy as I can be I don't like smoke chokin' up my air And some of those city folks well they don't care I don't like cars buzzing around I don't even want a piece of concrete in my town I like sunshine, fresh clean air Makes me feel like you wouldn't care but that's all right, each to his own But one smell from the city And this country boy is gone Big city, hard times don't bother me I'm a country boy, I'm as happy as I can be Well, I don't want to even read about it Let me tell you something, let me tell you true What's right for me might not be right for you Well, you live your way, I'll live mine And I hope that your happy all the time I pick cotton down on the Dixie line Work hard all day tryin' to make a dime But that's all right, that's OK by me 'Cause that's the way that it was supposed to be Big city, hard times never bother me I'm a country boy, I'm as happy as I can be Let me tell ya, ... I said Big city, hard times never bother me I'm a country boy, I'm as happy as I can be Ooh, that's my way, baby I don't want you to even tell me about the big city I don't want to read about it... |
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| 7. |
| 3:31 |
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Well, its 8 o'clock in Boise, Idaho I'll find my limo driver Mister, take us to the show I done made some plans for later on tonight I'll find a little queen And I know I can treat her right. (Chorus) What's your name, little girl? What's your name? Shootin' you straight, little girl? Won't you do the same?. Back at the hotel Lord we got such a mess It seems that one of the crew Had a go with one of the guests, oh yes Well, the police said we can't drink in the bar What a shame Won't you come upstairs girl And have a drink of champagne What's your name, little girl? What's your name? Shootin' you straight, little girl? For there ain't no shame. (Chorus) (Chorus) 9 o'clock the next day And I'm ready to go I got six hundred miles to ride To do one more show, oh no Can I get you a taxi home It sure was grand When I come back here next year I wanna see you again What was your name, little girl? What's your name? Shootin' you straight, little girl? Well there ain't no shame What was your name, little girl? What's your name? Shootin' you straight, little girl? Won't you do the same? |
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| 8. |
| 3:51 |
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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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| 3:26 |
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Well, every time that I come home nobody want's to leave me be, it seems that all the friends I've got just got to come interrogate me. Well, I appreciate your feelings and I don't want to pass you by but I don' t ask you 'bout your business, don't ask me about mine. Well, it's true I love the money and I love my brand new car, I like drinkin' the best of whiskey and playin' in a honky tonk bar. But when I come off the road, well, I just gotta have my time 'cause I gotta find a break in this action, else I'm gonna lose my mind. So don't ask me no questions and I won't tell you no lies. So don't ask me 'bout my business and I won't tell you goodbye. Well, what's you favorite color and do you dig the Brothers drivin' me up the wall and every time I think I can sleep some fool has got to call. Well, don't you think that when I come home I just want a little peace of mind? If you want to talk about the business, buddy, you're just wasting time. So don't ask me no questions and I won't tell you no lies. So don't ask me 'bout my business and I won't tell you goodbye. So don't ask no stupid questions and I won't send you away. If you want to talk fishin', well, I guess that'll be OK. |
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| 3:28 |
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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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| 5:08 |
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Two feets they come a creepin′
Like a black cat do And two bodies are lyin′ naked Creeper think he got nothin′ to lose So he creeps into this house, yeah And unlocks the door And as a man reaching for his trousers Shoots him full of .38 holes Its a Saturday night special Got a barrel that′s blue and cold Ain′t no good for nothin′ But put a man six feet in a hole Big Jim′s been drinkin′ whiskey And playing poker on a losin′ night Pretty soon, Big Jim starts a thinkin′ Somebody been cheatin′ and lyin′ So Big Jim commences to fightin′ I wouldn′t tell you no lie And Big Jim done pull his pistol Shot his friend right between the eyesHand guns are made for killin′ Ain′t no good for nothin′ else And if you like your whiskey You might even shoot yourself So why don′t we dump ′em people To the bottom of the sea Before some fool come around here Wanna shoot either you or me |
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| 4:02 |
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(Merle Haggard)
Little bit of Bakersfield I'm a honky tonk night time man I can't stand no light I'm a honky tonk night time man I can't stand no light I get my rest in the day time Do my runnin' around at night I had the blues this morning Had the blues all day today I had the blues this morning Had the blues all day today Well I wish a tornado Come and blow my blues away, away That's what I said, take 'em away Sounds like Roy Yeah And then my heart starts beatin' When that sun starts sinkin' low Well my heart starts beatin' When that sun starts sinkin' low When the shadows fall I know it's time for me to go Billy Powell on piano Oh Barry, play me some dobro I'm a honky tonk night time man I can't stand no light I'm a honky tonk night time man I can't stand no light I get my rest in the day time I do my runnin' around, round at night I get my rest in the day time Gets that old love sweet stuff at night |
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| 4:14 |
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I jumped off a boxcar down around Tennessee
I was cold tired and dirty hungry as I could be But I had my guitar and a hundred railroad songs So I asked the policeman Can I stay here long He said Mr. Hobo you got to go now We don't want you around See I'm trying to build a respectable town And we don't need a hobo like you around So I left that town, Lord with my guitar in my hand Still cold and tired, kinda mad at the man But this life that I chose to live, sometime's strange See I'm trying to learn about the old music from ridin' the train I'm a hobo I know, but thta's the price I pay Guess I'll write me another song while I'm on my way Catch me another train and this is what I'll say Mr Choo-choo train take me away I'm goin' to ride this train Lord until I find out What Jimmie Rogers and the Hag was all about See I play this rock n roll and I think that's fine But I wnta to go back a little further in time I'm a hobo I know but that's the price I pay Guess I'll write me another song while I'm on my way Catch me another train and this is what I'll say Mr Choo-choo train take me away |
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| 4:46 |
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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 (Chorus) 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 (Chorus) 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 (Chorus) |
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| 4:56 |
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Well I've been ridin' a winning horse for a long, long time
Sometimes I wonder is this the end of the line No one should take advantage of who they are No man has got it made If he thinks he does, he's wrong Every mother's son better hear what I say Every mother's son will rise and fall someday I've seen it happen so many times, so many times before Some man got so much money he doesn't worry no more Or he's got such a pretty woman that'll treat him fine Well my friend has been a fool It happens everytime Every mother's son better hear what I say Every mother's son will rise and fall someday I'm not tryin' to preach to no one, to no one at all I've seen so many of my good friends just rise to fall 'Cause they got so much money or a woman so fine Well my friends have all been fools, it happens every time Every mother's son better hear what I say Every mother's son will rise and fall someday What I say Every mother's son better hear what I say Every mother's son will rise and fall someday What I say Oh, every mother's son will rise and fall someday |
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| 4:14 |
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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 (Chorus) 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 (Chorus) 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 (Chorus) Sometimes I wonder where will we go Lord don't take my whiskey, rock and roll |
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| 5:47 |
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Whiskey bottles, and brand new cars
Oak tree you're in my way There's too much coke and too much smoke Look what's going on inside you Ooooh that smell Can't you smell that smell Ooooh that smell The smell of death surrounds you Angel of darkness is upon you Stuck a needle in your arm So take another toke, have a blow for your nose One more drink fool, will drown you Ooooh that smell Can't you smell that smell Ooooh that smell The smell of death surrounds you Now they call you Prince Charming Can't speak a word when you're full of 'ludes Say you'll be all right come tomorrow But tomorrow might not be here for you Ooooh that smell Can't you smell that smell Ooooh that smell The smell of death surrounds you Hey, you're a fool you Stick them needles in your arm I know I been there before One little problem that confronts you Got a monkey on your back Just one more fix, Lord might do the trick One hell of a price for you to get your kicks Ooooh that smell Can't you smell that smell Ooooh that smell The smell of death surrounds you Ooooh that smell Can't you smell that smell Ooooh that smell The smell of death surrounds you |
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