I'd like to tell y'all a story About a friend of mine Who liked to drink good whiskey, oh Lord And have a real good time His woman, you know she left him And stole that boy's brand new car And ran out of town with a guitar picker Said he gonna be a superstar Sure you are
(Chorus) You can't alway trust your woman You can't always trust your best friend Beware of the ones that you need y'all 'Cause those might be the ones that do you in
Don't talk no stuff to no slicker Don't tell your feelings to your friend Don't tell your woman that you love her, because That's when your trouble begins There are many ladies here among us That'll stab you in the back when you ain't around There are many, so many of your very best friends That'll kick you in the head when you are down Yes they will
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Don't you backtalk the police 'Cause its his job to put you in the jail They'll lock you up, boy and throw away the key And your best friend won't even go your bail There are many slickers here among us That are all dressed up in suits and ties But don't you show your pain, Lord in front of them 'Cause if you do you kiss yourself goodbye, alright
Cheatin woman make you crazy Cheatin' woman make you a fool She'll leave your heart so lonely Brother there's nothin' you can do Well I can't stand the pain no more She don't want my love for sure She don't even want poor me Knockin' on her front door Why did you make me love you sister When you knew you was untrue You loved every man with pants on Yes a dozen to you is too few I'm gonna shoot you and end your world Then you won't bother poor me You won't bother poor me no longer Cheatin' woman -- gonna shoot ya Oh woman why you do me Oh Lord the way you do I done everything I can baby Seems like nothin' reaches you I'm gonna get that pistol gal I'm gonna shoot you and all your pals You ain't gonna bother poor me You won't bother poor me no longer
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 while a man reaching for his trousers Shoots him full of .38 holes
(Chorus) 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 grab his pistol Shot his friend right between the eyes
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Hand 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
Well he walks so tall to be so small Never met a man who's stranger He lives his life for a dollar sign And to deal with him is dangerous He knocked me down but I'm on my feet Now I'm so much wiser I'd rather quit and go back home Than to deal with the money miser Let's cry for this bad man I sing a song for the bad man
Well, you treat me right baby, I'll treat you right That's the way its supposed to be I put my faith down in my friend And he almost put an end to me Well I work seven days a week Eight when I am able When you take money from me you take food from my mama's table Let's cry for this bad man I wrote a song for the bad man
Oh baby you know who you are
Let's cry for this bad man I wrote a song for the bad man way down in Georgia
Well, you treat me right baby, I'll treat you right That's the way its supposed to be I put my faith down in my friend And he almost put an end to me Well, when you take my money baby when you hurt my family I go walkin' through the swamps without no shoes Step on a snake it scares you Let's cry for this bad man I wrote a song for the bad man BR)Oh let's cry for this bad man I wrote a song for the bad man
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
Well this life that I've lead has took me everywhere There ain't no place I ain't never gone But its kind of like the saying that you heard so many times Well there just ain't no plae like home Did you ever see a she-gator protect her young Or a fish in a river swimming free Did you ever see the beauty of the hills of Carolina Or the sweetness of the grass in Tennessee And Lord I can't make any changes All I can do is write 'em in a song I can see the concrete slowly creepin' Lord take me and mine before that comes
Do you like to see a mountain stream a-flowin' Do you like to see a youngun with his dog Did you ever stop to think about, well, the air your breathin' Well you better listen to my song And Lord I can't make any changes All I can do is write 'em in a song I can see the concrete slowly creepin' Lord take me and mine before that comes
I'm not tryin' to put down no big cities But the things they write about us is just a bore Well you can take a boy out of ol' Dixieland But you'll never take ol' Dixie from a boy And Lord I can't make any changes All I can do is write 'em in a song I can see the concrete slowly creepin' Lord take me and mine before that comes 'Cause I can see the concrete slowly creepin' Lord take me and mine before that comes
Well he walks so tall to be so small Never met a man who's stranger He lives his life for a dollar sign And to deal with him is dangerous He knocked me down but I'm on my feet Now I'm so much wiser I'd rather quit and go back home Than to deal with the money miser Let's cry for this bad man I sing a song for the bad man
Well, you treat me right baby, I'll treat you right That's the way its supposed to be I put my faith down in my friend And he almost put an end to me Well I work seven days a week Eight when I am able When you take money from me you take food from my mama's table Let's cry for this bad man I wrote a song for the bad man
Oh baby you know who you are
Let's cry for this bad man I wrote a song for the bad man way down in Georgia
Well, you treat me right baby, I'll treat you right That's the way its supposed to be I put my faith down in my friend And he almost put an end to me Well, when you take my money baby when you hurt my family I go walkin' through the swamps without no shoes Step on a snake it scares you Let's cry for this bad man I wrote a song for the bad man BR)Oh let's cry for this bad man I wrote a song for the bad man
I asked the wiseman one sunny day Can you help me find my way You're so much older and wiser too Would you help me mr wiseman I'm feelin' blue Oh I'm not satisfied
He said you're not doin too bad, not bad at all You're just trying to walk son before you can crawl You got stacks of money to sky up above Now all you need is to find you a love
He sent me searchin' to find my love He sent me searchin' to the Lord up above He sent me searchin' just to find the mornin' dove And she'll tell you where to find your love Oh mr wiseman I need to find my love
You can have anything in this god's world But you won't be happy son 'til you find a girl Now you can be happy boy if you try Find a woman boy, you'll be satisfied
He sent me searchin' to find my love He sent me searchin' , I said Lord up above He sent me searchin' just to find the mornin' dove And she'll tell you where to find your love
He sent me searchin' to find my love He sent me searchin' , I said Lord up above He sent me searchin' just to find the mornin' dove And she'll tell you where to find your love
Ridin' on a greyhound, countin' those white lines Destination I don't know and I'm feelin' like I'm dyin' Well ten years on this road, my its took its toll But the man with the plan says the band has got to go I said roll gypsy roll Lord just pick up your bags and go
Met many a woman on my way down the line Every woman that I met I left satisfied I made lots of money, just how much I don't know But most of the money I done stuck up my nose I said roll gypsy roll Lord just pick up your bags and go
Gypsy's life's a story and its one that's never told He's always hungry, he's always on the go With no tomorrow, its how it seems to be When you're moving around from town to town
Made lots of money just how much I don't know But most of the money I done stuck up my nose And maybe that's the reason I don't know where I'm going I don't know
Eleven times I been busted, eleven times I been to jail Some of the times I been there nobody could go my bail Well it seems to me, Lord that this ol' boy just don't fit Well I can jump in a rosebush and come out smelling like sh...
Those misters dressed in blue never done so right by me Some of the times I was innocent but the judge said guilty I'm not one to complain now son I tell you true When the black cat cross your trail, Lord It comes in misery times two
(Chorus) Double trouble--that's what my friends all call me (Double trouble) I said, double trouble T-R-O-U-B-L-E
Well I was born down in the gutter With a temper as hot as fire Spent ninety days on a peat farm just doin' the county's time Well now, even mama said Son you're bad news And it won't be too long before someone puts one through you
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
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
[Chorus:] 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
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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
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What I say
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What I say Oh, every mother's son will rise and fall someday
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
I was cuttin the rug down at a place called 'The Jug' with a girl named Linda Lou When in walked a man with a gun in his hand he was looking for you know who
He said "Hey there fellow with the hair coloured yellow, watcha tryin' to proove? Cuz' this is 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 shaking like a leaf on a tree Cuz' he was lean and mean and big and bad, Lord, pointing that gun at me
Oh! 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 would let me ask one favour from you
Say won't you Gimme 3 steps, gimme 3 steps mister, gimme 3 steps toward the door? Gimme 3 steps, gimme 3 steps mister and you'll never see me no more."
(Guitar solo)
Oh well the crowd cleared away and I began to pray and the water fell down to the floor and I'm telling you, son, it ain't no fun, staring straight down a fourty-four.
Well, he turned and screamed at Linda Lou, and that's the break I was looking for and you could hear me screaming a mile away as I was headed out toward the door.
Oh won't you Gimme 3 steps, gimme 3 steps mister, gimme 3 steps toward the door? Gimme 3 steps, gimme 3 steps mister and you'll never see me no more."
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.
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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?
Ain't no good life Not the one that I lead 'Cause the more I fight the sadness, yeah It only seems the more that I grieve Well I look back on the good times As some lost part of me I wanna know, tell me why is it so Well just because I don't pray Lord, that don't mean I ain't forgiven Just 'cause I'm alive That don't mean I'm makin' a livin'
I'm gonna get myself together I'm gonna try a dyin' attempt Talkin' about the good times slippin' by Yeah I tell ya I don't even know where last month went Well I can't make no money baby Well 'cause my money's already spent And I know where it went I said it went on that damn rent Well I don't mean change, baby I mean foldin' money Well I want lovin', said I don't need a buddy I don't need nobody, now
Ain't exactly my idea It's sort of old, borrowed and blue Just tryin' to say Don't try that straight life buddy Oh you'll find it kind of hard on you Women, don't try to cook nothin' up, ooh Brother you know you'll only wind up in your own stew Just don't let nobody tell you, oh what you oughta do
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
This old town ain't been the same, since this old boys been gone. Lord I still got some good friends, but I feel so all alone. All I hear is disco, see pretty boys with high heels on.
Well some people sure hate me, an the police dog me round. Well the only place I'm welcome, is on the west side of town Lord I'm on their wanted posters, I cant show my face in town.
play this one for south side...
Jacksonville, I love you, but you don't want me around. Jacksonville, you raised me, and this is where I got my sound. Although I'm your outlaw, I still love my hometown, all around.
ahh this is for the west side boys..
This old town ain't been the same, since your native sons been gone. Lord, I still got some old friends, but I am so all alone. All I hear is the disco, see pretty boys with high heels on. Well you can keep your disco, pretty boys with high heels on.
