The Charlie Daniels Band

The Devil went down to Georgia,
he was looking for a soul to steal.
He was in a bind, 'cause he was way behind,
he was willing to make a deal.
When he came across this young boy
sawing on a fiddle and playing it hot.
Well the Devil jumped up on a hickory stump,
said, "Boy let me tell you what.
I guess you didn't know it,
but I'm a fiddle player too,
Now if you care to make a dare,
well I'll make a bet with you.
Now you play pretty good fiddle boy,
but give the Devil his due,
I'll bet a fiddle of gold against your soul
'cause I think I'm better than you."
The boy said,
"My name's Jonny and it might be a sin,
But I'll take your bet, you're gonna regret,
'cause I'm the best there's ever been."
Jonny rosin up you bow
and play your fiddle hard.
'cause hell's broke loose in Georgia
and the Devil deals the cards.
And if you win you'll get this shiny
fiddle made of gold,
But if you loose the Devil gets your soul.
So the Devil opened up his case, said,
"I guess I'll start this show."
And fire flew from his finger tips
as he rosined up his bow.
When he drew that bow across the strings,
it made an evil hiss.
Then a band of demons joined in,
it sounded something like this.
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So the Devil finished, Jonny said,
"Well you're pretty good old son.
Sit down in that chair out there,
let me show you how it's done."
He played Fire on the Mountain,
run, boys, run.
The Devil's in the house with the rising sun,
Chicken in the breadpan picking out dough,
Granny does your dog bite, "No, child, no."
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So the Devil bowed his head
because he knew that he'd been beat.
He laid that golden fiddle
on the ground at Jonny's feet.
And Jonny said,
"Devil, just come on back
if you ever want to try again,
'cause I've told you once, you son of a gun,
I'm the best there's ever been."
He played Fire on the Mountain,
run, boys, run.
The Devil's in the house with the rising sun,
Chicken in the breadpan picking out dough
Granny does your dog bite, "No, child, no."

The Devil went down to Georgia. He was lookin' for a soul to steal.
He was in a bind 'cause he was way behind. He was willing to make a deal
When he came across this young man sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot.
And the Devil jumped upon a hickory stump and said "Boy, let me tell you what."

"I bet you didn't know it, but I'm a fiddle player, too.
And if you'd care to take a dare I'll make a bet with you.
Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy, but give the Devil his due.
I'll bet a fiddle of gold against your soul 'cause I think I'm better than you."

The boy said, "My name's Johnny, and it might be a sin,
But I'll take your bet; and you're gonna regret 'cause I'm the best there's ever been."

Johnny, rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard.
'Cause Hell's broke loose in Georgia and the Devil deals the cards.
And if you win you get this shiny fiddle made of gold,
But if you lose the devil gets your soul.

The Devil opened up his case and he said, "I'll start this show."
And fire flew from his fingertips as he rosined up his bow.
And he pulled the bow across the strings and it made an evil hiss.
And a band of demons joined in and it sounded something like this.

When the Devil finished, Johnny said, "Well, you're pretty good ol' son,
But sit down in that chair right there and let me show you how it's done."

"Fire on the Mountain." Run, boys, run!
The Devil's in the house of the rising sun;
Chicken's in the bread pan picking out dough.
Granny, does your dog bite? No, child, no.

The Devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat.
And he laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Johnny's feet.
Johnny said, "Devil, just come on back if you ever wanna try again,
'Cause I've told you once--you son of a bitch--I'm the best there's ever been."
And he played:

"Fire on the Mountain." Run, boys, run!
The Devil's in the house of the rising sun;
Chicken's in the bread pan picking out dough.
Granny, does your dog bite? No, child, no.

Well, her name was Maria
She came from [unverified]
She had a passion for diamonds and gold
She done broke every heart
In Flueto bi Arta
By the time she was eighteen years old

Then she left for Las Vegas
With Senor Rodreguez
She didn't care what anybody would think
And when she came back
She had two Cadillacs and a mink

Well, he came from Kentucky
All the boys called him 'Lucky'
He loved to ramble around and have fun
A wild-eyed joker with a talent for poker
And a good lookin' son of a gun

Strong as a bear
Kinda devil may care
But he had a weakness, alright
For good lookin' ladies
And falling in love for the night

He met Maria in a small bar in Mexico City
Where him and his buddies had gone
Down to see the bullfight

He took on look in those flashy brown eyes
And said, "Here we go again"

When these high powered lovers
Got a look at each other
They thought it was love at first sight
They danced and got high
And then by and by

She came up to his room for the night
Then that high-totin' mama
Left for Yokohana
With a millionaire from San Antone
And when Lucky woke up
His loot and his lady were gone

Now he sits in Louisville drownin'
In sour mash whiskey
While she rides through the streets
Of Juarez in a long limousine

She took his pride
And a whole lot besides
And she just don't give a damn

I guess that's what you get
For fallin' in love for the night
I guess that's what you get
For fallin' in love for the night

Got on a plane in 'Frisco
And got off in Vietnam
I walked into a different world
The past forever gone
I could have gone to Candaa
Or I could have stayed in school
But I was brought up differently
I couldn't break the rules
Thirteen months and fifteen days
The last ones were the worst
One minute I'd kneel down and pray
And the next I'd stand and curse
No place to run to
Where I did not feel that war
When I got home I stayed alone
And checked behind each door
Cuz I'm still in Saigon
Still in Saigon
I am still in Saigon
In my mind
The ground at home was covered in snow
And I was covered in sweat
My younger brother calls me a killer
And my daddy calls me a vet
Everybody says I'm someone else
And I'm sick and there's no cure
Damned if I know who I am
There was only one place I was sure
When i was still in Saigon
Still in saigon
I am still in saigon
In my mind
Every summer when it rains
I smell the jungle, I hear the planes
I can't tell no one, I feel ashamed
I pray some day I'll go insane
That's been ten long years ago
And time has gone on by
Now and then I catch myself
Eyes searching through the sky
All the sounds of long ago
Will be forever in my head
Mingled with the wounded cries
And the silence of the dead
'Cuz I'm still in Saigon
Still in Saigon
I am still in Saigon
In my mind
I am still in Saigon
I am still in Saigon
Yes, I'm still in Saigon
In my mind

People say I?m no good
And crazy as a loon
?Cause I get stoned in the morning -
I get drunk in the afternoon.
Kinda like my old blue-tick hound:
I like to lay around in the shade.
And I ain?t got no money
But I damn sure got it made.
?Cause I ain?t askin?nobody for nothin?br />?f I can?t get it on my own.
If you don?t like the way I?m livin?
You just leave this long-haired country boy alone.
Preacher-man talkin?on T.V.
Puttin?down the Rock and Roll.
Wants me to send a donation
?Cause he?s worried about my soul.
He said Jesus walked on the water
And I know that it?s true.
But sometimes I think that preacher-man
?d like to do a little walkin?too.
But I ain?t askin?nobody for nothin?br />?f I can?t get it on my own.
?f you don?t like the way I?m livin?
You just leave this long-haired country boy alone.
A poor girl wants to marry
And a rich girl wants to flirt.
A rich man goes to college
And a poor man goes to work.
A drunkard wants another drink of wine
And a politician wants the vote.
I don?t want much of nothing at all,
But I will take another toke.
But I ain?t askin?nobody for nothin?br />?f I can?t get it on my own.
?f you don?t like the way I?m livin?
You just leave this long-haired country boy alone.

On a clear night, many many years ago
Two weary strangers moving slow
Were looking for a place to stay

But there was no place
Though they traveled many miles
So Mary being great with Child
Lay down on the sweet smelling hay

And then a bright light fell from Heaven
As a special star shone bright
And three wise men from a foreign land
Came to worship Him that night

And in the clear night
You could hear the Angels sing
Praises to the newborn King
Jesus is the light of the world

And the Angels heralding the Holy Birth
Were singing peace to men on earth
Unto you is born a Son

And the shepherds
Though they had their flocks to tend
Journeyed unto Bethlehem
To behold the Holy One

And then the Boy grew up to be a Man
Come to set the captives free
Come to heal the sick and raise the dead
And to cause the blind to see

And the best part
Is even though He's gone away
He'll be coming back someday
Jesus is the light of the world

And the best part
Is even though He's gone away
He'll be coming back someday
Jesus is the light of the world
Jesus is the light of the world
Jesus is the light of the world

> Ill have a blue christmas without you
Ill be so blue just thinking about you
Decorations of red on a green christmas tree
Wont be the same dear, if youre not here with me

And when those blue snowflakes start falling
Thats when those blue memories start calling
Youll be doin all right, with your christmas of white
But Ill have a blue, blue blue blue christmas

(instrumental break)

Youll be doin all right, with your christmas of white,
But Ill have a blue, blue christmas

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Written By JAY W. JOHNSON, BILL HAYES
<i>Lyrics &copy; Universal Music Publishing Group, Demi Music Corp</i>

God Bless the Mother
Who brought up her baby boy
To believe that some things in this world
Are worth fighting for
The ones who raise the brave young men
Who're marchin' off to war
God Bless the Mother

God Bless the Father
Who taught his little girl
Freedom is a precious thing
And it's rare in this old world
The ones who wear their uniforms
Their land they proudly serve
God Bless the Father

[Chorus]
Christmas is a special time
When we want our loved ones near
There's a lot of lonesome homesick soldiers
Wishin' they were here
Lets say a prayer to the Lord Above
That they'll all be home next year
And the bells of Peace
Will Ring in the Holiday



God Bless America
We thank for the USA
We thank you for the Prince of Peace
Who was born on Christmas Day
And please protect our sons and daughters
In the land so far away
God Bless America

[Bridge]

[Chorus]

[Repeat third verse]

God Bless the Fathers

God Bless the Mothers

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the treetops glisten,
and children listen
To hear sleigh bells in the snow
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white

The Devil went down to Georgia, he was looking for a soul to steal.
He was in a bind, 'cause he was way behind, he was willing to make a deal.
When he came across this young man sawing on a fiddle and playing it hot.
And the Devil jumped up on a hickory stump and said,
"Boy let me tell you what:
I guess you didn't know it, but I am a fiddle player too,
And if you'd care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you.
Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy, but give the Devil his due.
I bet a fiddle of gold against your soul
'cause I think I'm better than you."
The boy said, "My name's Johnny and it might be a sin,
But I'll take your bet, you're gonna regret,
'cause I'm the best there's ever been."
Johnny, you rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard,
'Cause hell's broke loose in Georgia and the Devil deals the cards.
And if you win you'll get this shiny fiddle made of gold,
But if you lose, the Devil gets your soul!
The Devil opened up his case and he said, "I'll start this show."
And fire flew from his fingertips as he rosined up his bow.
And he pulled the bow across the strings and it made an evil hiss.
Then a band of demons joined in, and it sounded something like this.
When the Devil finished, Johnny said, "Well you're pretty good old son.
But sit down in that chair right there and let me show you how it's done!"
Fire on the Mountain, run, boys, run.
The Devil's in the house of the rising sun.
Chicken in the breadpan picking out dough,
Granny does your dog bite, "No, child, no."
The Devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat.
And he laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Johnny's feet.
Johnny said, "Devil, just come on back if you ever want to try again,
I done told you once, you son of a bitch, I'm the best there's ever been."
He played...
Fire on the Mountain, run, boys, run.
The Devil's in the house of the rising sun.
Chicken in the breadpan picking out dough,
Granny will your dog bite, "No, child, no."

People say I?m no good
And crazy as a loon
?Cause I get stoned in the morning -
I get drunk in the afternoon.
Kinda like my old blue-tick hound:
I like to lay around in the shade.
And I ain?t got no money
But I damn sure got it made.
?Cause I ain?t askin?nobody for nothin?br />?f I can?t get it on my own.
If you don?t like the way I?m livin?
You just leave this long-haired country boy alone.
Preacher-man talkin?on T.V.
Puttin?down the Rock and Roll.
Wants me to send a donation
?Cause he?s worried about my soul.
He said Jesus walked on the water
And I know that it?s true.
But sometimes I think that preacher-man
?d like to do a little walkin?too.
But I ain?t askin?nobody for nothin?br />?f I can?t get it on my own.
?f you don?t like the way I?m livin?
You just leave this long-haired country boy alone.
A poor girl wants to marry
And a rich girl wants to flirt.
A rich man goes to college
And a poor man goes to work.
A drunkard wants another drink of wine
And a politician wants the vote.
I don?t want much of nothing at all,
But I will take another toke.
But I ain?t askin?nobody for nothin?br />?f I can?t get it on my own.
?f you don?t like the way I?m livin?
You just leave this long-haired country boy alone.

Got on a plane in 'Frisco
And got off in Vietnam
I walked into a different world
The past forever gone
I could have gone to Candaa
Or I could have stayed in school
But I was brought up differently
I couldn't break the rules
Thirteen months and fifteen days
The last ones were the worst
One minute I'd kneel down and pray
And the next I'd stand and curse
No place to run to
Where I did not feel that war
When I got home I stayed alone
And checked behind each door
Cuz I'm still in Saigon
Still in Saigon
I am still in Saigon
In my mind
The ground at home was covered in snow
And I was covered in sweat
My younger brother calls me a killer
And my daddy calls me a vet
Everybody says I'm someone else
And I'm sick and there's no cure
Damned if I know who I am
There was only one place I was sure
When i was still in Saigon
Still in saigon
I am still in saigon
In my mind
Every summer when it rains
I smell the jungle, I hear the planes
I can't tell no one, I feel ashamed
I pray some day I'll go insane
That's been ten long years ago
And time has gone on by
Now and then I catch myself
Eyes searching through the sky
All the sounds of long ago
Will be forever in my head
Mingled with the wounded cries
And the silence of the dead
'Cuz I'm still in Saigon
Still in Saigon
I am still in Saigon
In my mind
I am still in Saigon
I am still in Saigon
Yes, I'm still in Saigon
In my mind

There's a place not too far away from here
Out with the cows and the Lone Star beer
Where the livin' and lovin' is quite all right with me
Well they call it Texas and it's a mighty fine place to be

Runs from Texarkana to El Paso
And Oklahoma down to old Mexico
And there's Houston, Dallas, Austin and San Antone
People in Texas sure do make you feel at home

They just want everybody to leave them alone
While they drink their whiskey and roll their own
And they like their music with a little bit of southern sound
They kick up their heels every evening when the sun goes down

And you can call them country and they don't care
And if you don't like the way they wear their hair
You can take you like and shove 'em on up the line
People in Texas don't care if the sun don't shine

* Sitting on a bar stool
Acting like a dern fool
That's what I'm a doin' today
I'm sittin' here drinkin'
Tryin' to keep a thinking I'm crusin' my troubles away
Well now I couldn't make her stay
Well dog gone her anyway
She can't say that I didn't try-hi-hi
Poor me another one I'm finished with the other one
I'm drinkin' my baby goodbye

Everytime we disagree she was always asking me
Are you a man or a mouse?
Now that she's gone she probably thinks that I'm home just a moping around the house
She probably thinks that she's the one thing I just couldn't get along without
Well wouldn't this surprise her
I gotta sympathise her as long as these bottles hold out

Well I'm a [Repeat *]

Everytime I tried to sit down and talk with her it always ended up in a fuss
I tried to reason with her right up till the time that she got on that Grayhound bus
It'ad be better if I just forget if 'cause she sure forgot about me
And if it takes all night I'm gonna do it right
I'm gonna sit here till I can't see

Well I'm a [Repeat *]

Well I'm a [Repeat *]

I said to pour me another one I'm finished with the other one.
I'm drinking my baby goodbye
I said to pour me another one I'm finished with the other one.
I'm drinking my baby goodbye

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Written By CHARLIE DANIELS
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Well the eagle's been flyin' slow
And the flag's been flyin' low
And a lotta people sayin' that America's
fixin' to fall
Well speakin' just for me
And some people from Tennessee
We've got a thing or two to tell you all
This lady may have stumbled
But she aint never failed
And if the Russians don't believe that
They can all go straight to hell
We're gonna put her feet back
On the path of righteousness and then
God bless America again
And you never did think
That it ever would happen again
( In America, did you )
You never did think
That we'd ever get together again
( We damn sure could )
Yeah, we're walkng real proud
And we're talkin' real loud again
( In America )
You never did think
That it ever would happen again
From The Sound up in Long Island
Out to San Francisco Bay
And everthing that's in between them
Is our own
And we may have done a little bit
Of fightin' amongst ourselves
But you outside people best leave us
alone
'Cause we'll all stick together
And you can take that to the bank
That's the cowboys and the hippies
And the rebels and and the yanks
You just go and lay your hand
On a Pittsburgh Steelers' fan
And I think you're gonna finally
understand

TWICE

I ain't nothin' but a simple man
They call me a redneck a reckon that I am
But there's things going on that make me mad down to the core

I have to work like a dog to make ends meet
There's crooked politicians and crime in the street
And I'm madder'n hell and I ain't gonna take it no more

We tell our kids to just say no
Then some panty waist judge lets a drug dealer go
Slaps him on the wrist and then he turns him back out on the town

Now if I had my way with people sellin' dope
I'd take a big tall tree and a short piece of rope
I'd hang 'em up high and let 'em swing 'til the sun goes down

Well, you know what's wrong with the world today
People done gone and put their bible's away
They're living by the law of the jungle not the law of the land
Well, the good book says it so I know it's the truth
An eye for and eye and a tooth for a tooth
You better watch where you go and remember where you been
That's the way I see it I'm a simple man

Now I'm the kinda man that'd not harm a mouse
But if I catch somebody breakin' in my house
I've got twelve gage shotgun waiting on the other side

So don't go pushing me against my will
I don't want to have to fight you but I dern sure will
So if you don't want trouble then you'd better just pass me on by

As far as I'm concerned there ain't no excuse
For the raping and the killing and the child abuse
And I've got a way to put an end to all that mess

You just take them rascals out in the swamp
Put 'em on their knees and tie 'em to a stump
Let the rattlers and the bugs and the alligators do the rest

Well, you know what's wrong with the world today
People done gone and put their bible's away
They're living by the law of the jungle not the law of the land
Well, the good book says it so I know it's the truth
An eye for and eye and a tooth for a tooth
You better watch where you go and remember where you been
That's the way I see it I'm a simple man

Watch where you go and remember where you been
That's the way I see it I'm a simple man

If you ever go back into Wooly Swamp son you better not go at night
There's things out there in the middle of them woods
That'd make a strong man die from fright
There's things that crawl and things that fly
And things that creep around on the ground
And they say the ghost of Lucias Clay gets up and it walks around.:
But I couldn't believe it, I just had to find out for myself
And I couldn't conceive it, I never would listen to nobody else
No I couldn't believe it, I just had to find out for myself
That there's some things in this world you just can't explain.
The old man lived in the Wooly Swamp way back in the gurgling woods
And he never did do a lot of harm in the world
But he never did do no good
People didn't think too much of him
They all thought he acted funny
The old man didn't care about people anyway
All he cared about was his money.
He'd stuff it all down in Mason jars and bury it all around
But on certain nights if the moon was right
He'd dig it up out of the ground.
He'd pour it all out on the floor of his shack
And run his fingers through it.
Old Lucias Clay was a greedy old man
And that's all there ever was to it.
The Crayton boys were white trash they lived over on Parvis Creek
They were a real snake and sneaky as a cat
And belligerent when they'd speak.
One night the oldest brother said ya'll meet in the Wooly Swamp later
We'll get old Lucias' money and we'll pitch him to the alligators.
They found the old man out in the back with a shovel in his hand
And thirteen rusty Mason jars he just dug up out of the sand.
And they all went crazy and they beat the old man
Then they picked him up off the ground
Then they threw him in the swamp and they stood there and laughed
Till the black water sucked him down.
Then they turned around and went back to the shack
And they picked up the money and ran.
But they hadn't gone nowheres when they realized
They were running in quicksand.
And they struggled and screamed but they couldn't get away
Then just before they were gone
They could hear that old man laughing
In a voice that was loud and strong.
Now that's been fifty years ago an' if you go back by there again
There's a spot in the yard in back of that shack
Where the ground is always wet.
And on certain nights if the moon is right
And you're down by the dark footpath
You can hear three yound men screaming
And you can hear that old man laugh.
(V-1)...
From: "Nancy Wood"

Every time I hear a fiddle and it's cookin' just a little
Well it makes me want to jump up and run
And if he's sawing with some soul boogie woogie rock 'n roll
Well I know I'm gonna have some fun
And when the rosin starts to fly and I'm lookin' in the eye
Like I'm just about to blow a fuse
Mama call the doctor 'cause your boy has got
The rocking Boogie Woogie Fiddle Country Blues
I met a man from Tennessee, this is what he said to me
He said music is a rhapsody
He picked up his violin, stuck it underneath his chin
And started playing me a symphony
I said that ain't the way it's done, let me see that fiddle son
And I sawed him off a chorus or two
He said you'd better call the doctor 'cause I think I've got

The rocking Boogie Woogie Fiddle Country Blues

Now if you want to play me some fiddle
I'll tell you right from the start
You'd better play me something lowdown hoedown honking
I don't want to hear no funeral march
It's got to pick me up and roll me over
It's got to make me want to jump up and sing
If it ain't buzzing like a beehive, kick it into overdrive
Or it don't mean a doggone thing

So let me rosin up my bow and I think that I can show you
The way I like to play this thing
Let's put some boogie rhythm in it, kick it on up to the limit
I'm gonna put some fire on these strings
And if you feel your feet start moving to the beat
And you feel like you've got ants in your shoes
Well you'd better call the doctor 'cause you've pobably got

The rocking Boogie Woogie Fiddle Country Blues

I was takin' a trip out to LA
toolin' along in my Chevrolet
tokin' on a number and diggin' on the radio
jes' as I cross the Mississippi line I heard that highway start to whine
and I knew that left rear tire was about to go
well the spare was flat and I got uptight 'cause there wasn't a fillin' station in sight
so I jes' limped down the shoulder on the rim
I went as far as I could and when I stopped the car
it was right in front of this little bar
a kind of a redneck lookin' joint called the Dew Drop Inn
well I stuffed my hair up under my hat
and told the bartender that I had a flat
and would he be kind enough to give me change for a one
there was one thing I was sure proud to see
there wasn't a soul in the place 'cept for him an' me
and he jest looked disgusted an' pointed toward the telephone
I called up the station down the road a ways
and he said he wasn't very busy t'day
and he could have somebody there in jest 'bout ten minutes or so
he said now you jes' stay right where yer at
and I didn't bother tellin' the durn fool I sure as hell didn't have anyplace else to go
I jes ordered up a beer and sat down at the bar
when some guy walked in an' said who owns this car
with the peace sign the mag wheels and four on the floor
well he looked at me and I damn near died
and I decided that I'd jus wait outside
so I layed a dollar on the bar and headed for the door
jes' when I thought I'd get outta there with my skin
these five big dude come strollin' in
with this one old drunk chick
and some fella with green teeth
an' I was almost to the door when the biggest one
said you tip your hat to this lady son
an' when I did all that hair fell out from underneath
now the last thing I wanted was to get into a fight
in Jackson Mississippi on a Saturday night
'specially when there was three of them and only one of me
well they all started laughin' and I felt kinda sick
and I knew I'd better think of somethin' pretty quick
so I jes' reached out an' kicked ol' green-teeth right in the knee
he let out a yell that'd curl your hair
but before he could move I grabbed me a chair
and said watch him folks 'cause he's a thouroughly dangerous man
well you may not know it but this man's a spy
he's an undercover agent for the FBI
and he's been sent down here to infiltrate the Ku Klux Klan
he was still bent over holdin' on to his knee
but everyone else was lookin' and listenin' to me
and I layed it on thicker and heavier as I went
I said would you beleive this man has gone as far
as tearin' Wallace stickers off the bumpers of cars
and he voted for George McGoveren for president
well he's a friend of them long-haired hippie type pinko fags
I betcha he's even got a Commie flag Tacked up on the wall inside of his garage
he's a snake in the grass I tell ya guys
he may look dumb but that's jus a disguise
he's a mastermind in the ways of espionage
they all started lookin' real suspicious at him
and he jumped up an' said jes' wait a minute jim
you know he's lyin' I've been livin' here all of my life
I'm a faithfull follower of Brother John Burch
and I belong to the Antioch Baptist Church
and I ain't even got a garage -- you can call home and ask my wife
then he started sayin' somethin' 'bout the way I was dressed
but I didn't wait around to hear the rest
I was too busy movin' and hopin' I didn't run outta luck
and when I hit the ground I was makin' tracks
and they were jes' takin' my car down off the jacks
so I threw the man a twenty an' jumped in an' fired that mother up
Mario Andretti woulda sure been proud
of the way I was movin' when I passed that crowd
comin' out the door and headin' toward me in a trot
an' I guess I shoulda gone ahead an' run
but somehow I couldn't resist the fun
of chasin' them jes' once around the parkin' lot
well they're headin' for their car but I hit the gas
and spun around and headed them off at the pass
well I was slingin' gravel and puttin' a ton of dust in the air
well I had them all out there steppin' an' a fetchin'
like their heads were on fire and their asses was catchin'
but I figured I oughta go ahead an split before the cops got there
when I hit the road I was really wheelin'
had gravel flyin' and rubber squeelin'
an' I didn't slow down 'til I was almost to Arkansas
I think I'm gonna re-route my trip
I wonder if anybody'd think I'd flipped
if I went to LA via Omaha

Body that rests before me
With every dying breath
Spellbound and gagged
I commence your flesh to dirt

Body that lay before me
In everlasting death
Entombed in abscess
To rot and lie stinking in the earth

Empty altar awaits it's victim
Stained glass windows black
Candles burn the midnight oil
Incense fills the night

Observing trance awaking state
Lying still unknowing
Reciting the passages of time
Prepare for the impaling

Deaths an art, flesh and earth never part
A power of the mind
Death shines on the air of silence
A ritual of endless time

Purged of your dead body
Sacrificed of your life
Unearthly ritual sealed in fire
Enter the kingdom of desire

"Caballo Diablo"

Wild as a coastal boranca, swift as the wind blowin' free
With two eyes like fire brands that glow in the night
Somewhere up there he's waitin' for me
And he knows that I'm coming for him
I just can't rest 'til I find
That raven black stallion, who wears no man's brand
With a wild restless spirit like mine

They call him Caballo Diablo
Half horse and half devil they say
Caballo Diablo the outlaw
Of the blanca Sierra Madre

Two men before tried to take him
They had their chance one by one
But each met his fate when those flashin' black hooves
Brought death 'neath the Mexican sun
Still I can't leave I must find him
You fool of a horse can't you see
I may be half man, but the other half's devil
And you're just exactly like me

(refrain)

Even the breeze has stopped movin'
Hush now - be still
Don't make a sound and stay close to the ground
Cause he's waitin' just over that hill
Downwind behind him move quickly
Do it fast now, he's startin' to stir
Grab a hand full of mane and up onto his back
And start breaking him down with my spurs
But try as he will he can't shake me
As over the preface we go
To spill the lifes blood of a horse and a man
On the rocky Sierra below

(refrain)

People say I'm no good, and crazy as a loon
'Cause I get stoned in the mornin', I get drunk in the afternoon
Kinda like my old blue tick hound, I like to lay around in the shade
And I ain't got no money, but I damn sure got it made

'Cause I ain't askin' nobody for nothin'
If I can't get it on my own
If you don't like the way I'm livin'
You just leave this long haired country boy alone

Preacher man talking on TV, puttin' down the rock and roll
Wants me to send a donation, 'cause he's worried about my soul
He said, "Jesus walked on the water.", and I know that it's true
But sometimes I think that preacher man, would like to do a little walkin' too

But I ain't askin' nobody for nothin'
If I can't get it on my own
If you don't like the way I'm livin'
You just leave this long haired country boy alone



A poor girl wants to marry, a rich girl wants to flirt
A rich man goes to college, a poor man goes to work
A drunkard wants another drink of wine, and a politician wants your vote
I don't want much of nothing at all, but I will take another toke

'Cause I ain't asking nobody for nothin'
If I can't get it on my own
If you don't like the way I'm livin'
You just leave this long haired country boy alone

"Trudy"

Call up Trudy on the telephone
Send a letter in the mail
Tell her I'm hung up in Dallas
And they won't let me outta this jail

And if she asks you how I'm fairing
Tell her I'm just about to lose my mind
Worried about old Johnny Lee Walker
And the girl I left behind

Now Johnny Lee Walker was a card mechanic
Had a hand for trouble and a eye for cash
Luckiest man in Dallas County
He had a gold watch chain and a black mustache

And he loved his whiskey and he loved his women
Drove a big long Cadillac limosine
Kept a big fine fancy townhouse in Dallas
And a hotel suite in New Orleans

Carried a switchblade knife in his left hip pocket
And a .44 hog leg up under his coat
Cut you down in a New York minute
If he catch you cheating that was all she wrote

So call up Trudy on the telephone
Send her a letter in the mail
Tell her I'm hung up in Dallas
And they won't let me outta this jail

If she asks you how I'm fairing
Tell her I'm just about to lose my mind
Worried about old Johnny Lee Walker
And the girl I left behind

I just got to town last Friday evening
Sure as hell didn't mean to stay
I was on my way back to Louisiana
Had a powerful thirst and six months pay

I met a peroxide blonde in a bar on D-ville
I was flying high and feeling mean
Poured down a bottle and a half of red eye
I dropped 35 dollars in the slot machine

And the boys in the back was dealing 7 card
I set down and won me a 110
I was raking in chips like Grant took Richmond
Till big Johnny Lee come a strolling in

He ripped off the table like a 707
Pretty soon he done won all of my bread
I accused him of cheating he reached for a pistol
I grabbed a chair and went upside of his head

Then I took off a running like a motorcycle
Heard the bullets whining and sirens wail
But it took half the cops in Dallas County
Just to put one boy in jail

So call up Trudy on the telephone
Send her a letter in the mail
Tell her I'm hung up in Dallas
And they won't let me outta this jail

And if she asks you how I'm fairing
Tell her I'm just about to lose my mind
Worried about old Johnny Lee Walker
And the girl I left behind

Lamps in the windows burnin' bright, over in Santa Fe tonight
Full moon shining down along the border
But the ground is hard and the night is black
Over here by the railroad track
And I wish to the Lord that I was back in Georgia

Blue water in the evening sun,
Calling me when the day is done
Mama, mama pray for your son

All of my life I've been told
That the LA streets was paved with gold
Fame and fortune waiting to reward ya
But it didn't take long to understand
California ain't the promised land
But at least a man's a man in Georgia

Blue skys in the mornin' there
And there's green trees and breathin' air
Rockabye in my easy chair

Well the St. Mary's River in the Georgia moonlight
Flowing under the Folkston Bridge
The sun comes up through the long leaf pine trees
Over 'round the Kingsland ridge
I may be here but my mind is still
About 90 miles north of Jacksonville

Well I may not make it, it's a long, long road
But mama I've paid all the debts I owe
And if I don't you know they gonna find me tryin'
They took my songs and they took my soul
They made me hard and they made me old
Hell I just been born, but I feel just like I'm dying

(refrain)

Jamming down the highway, feeling no pain
Mother nature, two wheels and a chain
It's good to be alive and brighter
Whisper in my ear, girl, hold on a little tighter

You know it's alright. living and lovin every day and night
Thankin' the lord for the music in me
Piece of mind and feeling free

Soon I'll be on the road, pickin guitar
Knowing that my home ain't very far
But don't you worry sweet thing cause you know I'll be there
To kiss my tennessee girl with the long golden hair

Repeat chorus

Well the train to Grinder's Switch is runnin' right on time
And the Tucker boys are cookin' down in Caroline
People down in Florida can't be still
When ol' Lynyrd Skynyrd's pickin' down in Jacksonville
People down in Georgia come from near and far
To hear Dicky Betts pickin' on that red guitar

Chorus:
So gather round
Gather round children get down
You can get down children be loud
You can be loud here and be proud
You can be proud here be proud you a rebel
Cause the south's gonna do it again

Elvin Bishop's sittin' on a bale of hay
Damn right hansome and he sure can play
There's ZZ Top and you can't forget
That old brother Willie's gettin' soakin' wet
And all the good people down in Tennessee
Are diggin' barefoot Jerry and the CDB

Chorus:
So gather round
Gather round children get down
You can get down children be loud
You can be loud here and be proud
You better be proud here be proud you a rebel
Cause the south's gonna do it again
and again, and again, and again

No place left to go

When A man's been mistreated
When he been kicked around
He been laughed at and lied to
Well yea know he keeps going down

When A man hits bottom
Woman I know, Yes I know
Aint no place left to go
Aint no place left to go

I been locked down by A woman
Locked out in the street
I been locked up in the jailhouse
I been locked in [citation needed]

When A man hits bottom
Tell you for sure
Aint no place left to go
Aint no place left to go
{Key solo} 8
Well... blue is my color
Misery my ball and chain
13 is my number
Hard luck is my middle name

When A man hits bottom
Tell you for sure
Aint no place left to go
Aint no place left to go

{1/2 time bridge 4
Gtr. solo 8}

Well... blue is my color
Misery my ball and chain
13 is my number
Hard luck is my middle name

When A man hits bottom
Tell you for sure
Aint no place left to go
Aint no place left to go
Aint no place left to go
Oh yea
Aint no place left to go
{crescendo}

When a man,- Hits the...
Bottom
{blues bridge}
I tell you for sure
Oooooooooo gtr lick
1,2,3,4 hits
Welllll,... even
There aint no place left to.
Go
Whoah yea
Whaaa yea
Whaa yea
Drums
Whaaa nonono
No no no n0000ooowhoa000hh.
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"Passing Lane"

Well, I was born in Carolina, way back in the swamp
I was a happy country boy 'til television came along
It showed them far away places and it sho was a bitch
'Cause every time I'd quit my traveling,
Well, my feet would start to itch

So I borrowed my daddy's suitcase and picked up my guitar
I walked up the highway and flagged down a car
I hitchhiked out to Kansas City just as far as I could
My life was all before me and that highway sure looked good

Gimme that highway, better go my way
Crank up the big wheels, let 'em roll on
I'm movin' like a fast train, gimme that passing lane
And I'm gone, I'm packin' my load a little farther down the road

I moved on down to Dallas soon as I got the chance
I was playin' funky music for them city folks to dance
And I had money in my pocket, I had fun in my bed
But I've been here a year now and it's gettin' to my head

'Cause I've been rocked into ruin, I've been discoed to death
I've been funk rocked and punk rocked 'til I can't catch my breath
I've been ragged 'til I'm ragged, I've been new waved 'til I'm blind
But I've got a solution for my funky state of mind

Gimme that highway, better go my way
Crank up the big wheels, let 'em roll on
I'm moving like a fast train, gimme that passing lane
And I'll be gone, no more blues just as long as I can move

Gimme that highway, better go my way
Crank up the big wheels, let 'em roll on
I'm moving like a fast train, gimme that passing lane
And I'm gone, I'm packing my load a little further down the road

"Blue Star"

Blue star over my shoulder
Blue star, can't you see?
Blue star, it's a little colder
She's gone away from me

And I wish I'd never seen her with the sunlight in her eyes
And I wish I'd never learned the game she played
And I wish I'd never listened when she told me all the lies
And I wish I'd never seen her walk away

She was everything I wanted
She was sweet mystery
Blue star, every night I hold it
She's gone away from me

And I wish I'd never seen her with the sunlight in her eyes
And I wish I'd never learned the game she played
And I wish I'd never listened when she told me all the lies
And I wish I'd never seen her walk away

Dark eyes shining like two diamonds filled with fire
Dark hair blowing in the wind of hot desire
Red lips pulling me now

Dark eyes glowing like two diamonds filled with fire
Dark hair blowing in the wind of hot desire

Blue star over my shoulder
Blue star, can't you see?
Blue star, it's a little colder
She's gone away from me

And I wish I'd never seen her with the sunlight in her eyes
And I wish I'd never learned the game she played
And I wish I'd never listened when she told me all the lies
And I wish I'd never seen her walk away
And I wish I'd never seen her walk away

"Jitterbug"

He wears a zoot suit with a reet pleat
Drives a '36 Cord with a rumble seat
Now he's a Lord, he's a jitterbug
Scare the letters off a highway sign

He drinks beer and eats beanies
Chases it down with ol' Thunderbird wine
Carries brass knuckles and a .44
Runs a loan shark business and a Mary Jane store

He's a... he's a jitterbug; keeps movin', don't sit still
If the law don't get him, some gun-totin' irate husband will
Oh, oh, oh, ooh, ooh, ooh jitterbug, jitterbug

One day in September he stepped out of his Cord
Into the street to face a bullet spittin' Ford
Now he's jitterbug, just a name in the news
Said, "He finally paid the price. He finally paid his dues."

jitterbug, jitterbug, jitterbug, jitterbug
jitterbug, jitterbug, jitterbug, jitterbug

Boylan

Here you are again, and here I go
Down the same old street I already know
That same sweet voice and those same old lies
I'm drawn into the world behind your eyes.

CHORUS
And I try to run away
But I know it's only a try
'Cause everything I could ever want
Is there behind your eyes,
Behind your eyes.

Seeing you again and it all comes down
Thinking how it was the first time around
And when I feel that feeling again
I have no chance, I must give in.

"Reflections"

I remember you back in nineteen fifty six
You had all the moves
And you knew all the tricks
You left all the ladies in a hell of a fix
When your voice took wings

Then you'd shake around and
Oh, how you'd sing
Just an old boy from Memphis
With a big diamond ring
A country girl's prayer
And a city girl's dream, hail the king

But it's all right now
Keep on singin' loud
It's all right now
Heaven should be proud

The fifties left town on a crowded dance floor
The sixties came in with a bang and a roar
The world heard a knock
It was Janis at the door, they let her in

And when it seemed
This whole world was fallin' apart
The houselights would fall
And the music would start
She'd be givin' us all a piece of her heart
Once again

But it's all right now
Keep on singin' loud
It's all right now
Heaven should be proud

It was October in St. Louis town
When we heard that the Free Bird had fell to the ground
And we all said a prayer
Before we went down to play

And Ronnie, my buddy
Above all the rest
I miss you the most
And I loved you the best
And now that you're gone
I thank God I was blessed,
Just to know you

But it's all right now
Keep on singin' loud
It's all right now
Heaven should be proud

The Devil went down to Georgia. He was lookin' for a soul to steal.
He was in a bind 'cause he was way behind. He was willing to make a deal
When he came across this young man sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot.
And the Devil jumped upon a hickory stump and said "Boy, let me tell you what."

"I bet you didn't know it, but I'm a fiddle player, too.
And if you'd care to take a dare I'll make a bet with you.
Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy, but give the Devil his due.
I'll bet a fiddle of gold against your soul 'cause I think I'm better than you."

The boy said, "My name's Johnny, and it might be a sin,
But I'll take your bet; and you're gonna regret 'cause I'm the best there's ever been."

Johnny, rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard.
'Cause Hell's broke loose in Georgia and the Devil deals the cards.
And if you win you get this shiny fiddle made of gold,
But if you lose the devil gets your soul.

The Devil opened up his case and he said, "I'll start this show."
And fire flew from his fingertips as he rosined up his bow.
And he pulled the bow across the strings and it made an evil hiss.
And a band of demons joined in and it sounded something like this.

When the Devil finished, Johnny said, "Well, you're pretty good ol' son,
But sit down in that chair right there and let me show you how it's done."

"Fire on the Mountain." Run, boys, run!
The Devil's in the house of the rising sun;
Chicken's in the bread pan picking out dough.
Granny, does your dog bite? No, child, no.

The Devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat.
And he laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Johnny's feet.
Johnny said, "Devil, just come on back if you ever wanna try again,
'Cause I've told you once--you son of a bitch--I'm the best there's ever been."
And he played:

"Fire on the Mountain." Run, boys, run!
The Devil's in the house of the rising sun;
Chicken's in the bread pan picking out dough.
Granny, does your dog bite? No, child, no.

On a cold concrete sidewalk, on the corner of Fifth and Main
Sits an old black blind man, and no one knows his name.
He plays the same old guitar, he plays the same old tune
And when the people pass him by, some are heard to say
“Play, let the blind man play”.

He was a cotton picker down in Alabam’
Daddy never amounted to much; died by his own hand
He lost his sight one terrible night by the hand of the Ku Klux Klan
Burned his eyes with a branding iron some are heard to say;

Play, let the blind man play
Maybe you’ll be around another day
Dreamin’ about those little things you know you’ll never see
So play, let the blind man play, let the blind man play!

The years were kind while the man was blind, but he knew his time was due
And no one cried when the blind man died, with the name that no one knew
They made his coffin outta knotty pine, with a wreath of laurel too
His epitaph was short and sweet, and all it said was "Play".

Play, let the blind man play
Maybe you’ll be around another day
Dreamin’ about those little things you know you’ll never see
So play, let the blind man play, let the blind man play
Maybe you’ll be around another day
Dreamin’ about those little things you know you’ll never see
So play, let the blind man play, let the blind man play

Play that guitar blind man!

"Rainbow Ride"

I traced my footprints through the sands of yesterday
Back the way I came, I was returning
And then I saw me standing just across the river
Just across the bridge that I'd left burning

It was all reaching out to me
Now my reflection in the water's all I see

(Then it flew away)
Back to the laughing green of summer days
(Flew away)
Back to the chilly, golden autumn haze
(Flew away)
To a place called yesterday
(Yesterday)

Come on in and sit down
It's good to be in your town
We're gonna take you for a rainbow ride
There's no excuse not to relax and get loose
And let us take you for a rainbow ride

It's been a long, hard day
But now it's time to play
'Cause we've got it all planned
We're gonna strike up the band
We're gonna take you for a rainbow ride

When the sunlight finally blossoms way up high
Purple shadows fall across the countryside
We could get together for a rainbow ride
Close your eyes and let it happen
Bright and breezy, nice and easy

Hold on while the music takes you way up high
We can race the moon across the evening sky
See the night time rainbow colors flying by
Close your eyes and let it happen
Rising, falling, gently calling you

Let the evening fly away
While you're dreamin'
Come on, take that rainbow ride with me

Let the evening fly away
While you're dreamin'

Come on, take that rainbow ride with me
Come on, take that rainbow ride with me
Come on, take that rainbow ride with me

If you ever go back into Wooly Swamp son you better not go at night
There's things out there in the middle of them woods
That'd make a strong man die from fright
There's things that crawl and things that fly
And things that creep around on the ground
And they say the ghost of Lucias Clay gets up and it walks around

Chorus:

But I couldn't believe it, I just had to find out for myself
And I couldn't conceive it, I never would listen to nobody else
No I couldn't believe it, I just had to find out for myself
That there's some things in this world you just can't explain

The old man lived in the Wooly Swamp way back in the gurgling woods
And he never did do a lot of harm in the world
But he never did do no good
People didn't think too much of him
They all thought he acted funny
The old man didn't care about people anyway
All he cared about was his money
He'd stuff it all down in Mason jars and bury it all around
But on certain nights if the moon was right
He'd dig it up out of the ground
He'd pour it all out on the floor of his shack
And run his fingers through it
Old Lucias Clay was a greedy old man
And that's all there ever was to it

Chorus

The Crayton boys were white trash they lived over on Parvis Creek
They were a real snake and sneaky as a cat
And belligerent when they'd speak
One night the oldest brother said ya'll meet in the Wooly Swamp later
We'll get old Lucias' money and we'll pitch him to the alligators
They found the old man out in the back with a shovel in his hand
And thirteen rusty Mason jars he just dug up out of the sand
And they all went crazy and they beat the old man
Then they picked him up off the ground
Then they threw him in the swamp and they stood there and laughed
Till the black water sucked him down
Then they turned around and went back to the shack
And they picked up the money and ran
But they hadn't gone nowhere when they realized
They were running in quicksand
And they struggled and screamed but they couldn't get away
Then just before they were gone
They could hear that old man laughing
In a voice that was loud and strong

Now that's been fifty years ago an' if you go back by there again
There's a spot in the yard in back of that shack
Where the ground is always wet
And on certain nights if the moon is right
And you're down by the dark footpath
You can hear three young men screaming
And you can hear that old man laugh

Repeat verse 1

Chorus...

Well there's a peach tree on a hill in northern Georgia
Where a teenage boy sits staring at the ground.
Soon he'll leave to join the rebel soldiers
for the Cumberland and Nashville he is bound.

He goes down to ride with the Bedford Forrest Calv'ry
He can shoot a man at a hunnert yards or more
But he knows he's just like any other soldier.
If they spill his blood he'll never ride no more.

Don't you know I'm just a lonesome boy from Dixie.
Help me Lord, I feel so all alone.
Don't you know I'm a lonesome boy from Dixie.
Gone to war and I just want to get home.

When the battle started the rebels were outnumbered
They shot his leg with an angry cannonball
The medic came and said "we'll all be lucky
If the boy from Georgia makes it home at all".

chorus

Well there's a peach tree on a hill in northern Georgia
Where a horse stands like a statue made of stone.
Flowers bless a grave down in the meadow.
Now the lonesome boy from Dixie made it home.

chorus

(lickin' on a cock)You grip it then you kiss it
(lickin' on a cock and balls)I'm gon' stick it
(lickin' on a cock)It's time for abuse
F A double G O T this is Bruce

Check this sick as flow coming from a fuckin gay nigga
Aint you heard yet? I aint got no shame nigga
What's that you say dawg? You wanna talk trash?
Let's see how tough you look with a dick in your ass
I'm a rough motherfucker, spent 10 years in the clink
Crushed all types of ass, black, white, (?) and chink
I'm scary as hell, some motherfuckers don't flex
Shank you in the shower, it's some bloody gay sex

(lickin' on a cock)You grip it then you kiss it
(lickin' on a cock and balls)I'm gon' stick it
(lickin' on a cock)It's time for abuse
F A double G O T this is Bruce
(lickin' on a cock)You grip it then you kiss it
(if it aint swole)Then punch the tip and twist it
(lickin' on a cock)It's time for abuse
F A double G O T this is Bruce

Verse 2, coming through, with the thickness
Fuck females, I'm all about the dickness
I'll rip the mic and represent for my crew
Stricklee Dicklee, I'll put my penis where you poopoo
Don't act disgusted, it's bigger then me baby
Your daddy queer as hell and he like gulpin' gravy
From a roughneck bulletproof homo like Bruce
Get ready for cock, I hope that cornhole be loose

(lickin' on a cock)You grip it then you kiss it
(lickin' on a cock and balls)I'm gon' stick it
(lickin' on a cock)It's time for abuse
F A double G O T this is Bruce
(lickin' on a cock)You grip it then you kiss it
(if it aint swole)Then punch the tip and twist it
(lickin' on a cock)It's time for abuse
F A double G O T this is Bruce

I'm the wizard of wang, call me Gandalf the Gay
Dwarf, hobbit, or elf, all that ass being play
I'm sick with it (precious) deep inside my robes
Bow down to the scepter now your face explodes
I got potions, and some magical lotions
A sorcerers shit, put that dick in motion
The time has come, to crown the new rap king
Faggot Bruce! Give me the golden cock ring

(lickin' on a cock)You grip it then you kiss it
(lickin' on a cock and balls)I'm gon' stick it
(lickin' on a cock)It's time for abuse
F A double G O T this is Bruce
(lickin' on a cock)You grip it then you kiss it
(if it aint swole)Then punch the tip and twist it
(lickin' on a cock)It's time for abuse
F A double G O T this is Bruce

He was nobly born
And a Spanish bull's horn
Had left one scar on his handsome face

He stood like a prince
And he had ever since
He had grandly walked into the place

Though the girls of Madrid
Tonight were forbid
For tomorrow he must fight once more

Before he left the ball
He would dance with them all
'Cause he was El Toreador

The day of the feast
Was just a light in the east
When he left Maria's warm bed

Her dark eyes said "more"
But he walked thru the door
Shaking cobwebs of dreams from his head

And later that day
As he knelt to pray
He said God grant me this nothing more

If it is the way
And I must die today
Let me die like a Toreador

The Plaza del Toros
Shook from the roar
As the band played the Toreador's theme

Alarmed by the sound
The bull paws the ground
As the Toreador enters the ring

Up and down,
Round and round
On and on, all alone

The shouts of ole
In the heat of the day
Rushed the hot blood to his Spanish heart

And the crowd held their breath
As he flirted with death
And the bull fighter's sword found it's mark

And trying to hide
The wound in his side
He walked from the ring standing tall

And a crowd gathered round
As he fell to the ground
A priest held his hand
Where he lay in the sand
And he was heard to say
A brave bull died today
But he died like a Toreador

Crain-Daniels-DiGregorio-Edwards-Marshall-Hayward

Not too long ago I decided I would go
Driftin' with the tide down where the trade winds blow
I went sailin' in on a southwest wind from some place I don't recall.

Glad to be on solid ground, just as the sun was goin' down
I stepped out to take a look around.

I had a Mai Tai in my hand and I was lookin' at the moon
Listening to a band play some south sea island tunes
There was a warm breeze blowin' and the rum was flowin', you could almost touch the stars.

All at once it came to me nowhere in my memory
That I had ever felt so fine and free.

Then she came from out of nowhere
A brown-skinned girl with flowers in her hair
She looked at me awhile
And then she smiled a special smile
And it went right through me when she swayed up to me
There was something she wanted to say
She said&nbsp;: ‘I can make your dreams come true’
‘Come and let me welcome you to paradise’.

She took me by the hand, I didn't even know her name
She led me through the sand down this little moonlit lane
And on out back was a small grass shack and as we got to the door
With the palm trees thrashin' and the trade winds crashin', the waves down on the shore
She turned around and she pulled me down and she said it just once more.

She said&nbsp;: ‘I can make your dreams come true’
‘Come and let me welcome you to paradise, paradise’.

There's a harvest moon and the stars are bright
(Dance gypsy dance)
There's a little bit of frost on the grass tonight
(Dance gypsy dance)
Over in the meadow hid away from them all
Dance all night to the fiddle's call
Down by the river where the trees grow tall
(Dance gypsy dance)
I know about you and I know where you've been
(Dance gypsy dance)
You stole some money from a crippled man
(Dance gypsy dance)
Then you hit him in the head with a walkin' cane
Pushed him outside in the freezin' rain
But I bet you wouldn't ever do that again
(Dance gypsy dance)

Turnin' Turnin'
Round the fire
Burnin', Burnin'
Higher and Higher

Now you gotta reckon with the dead man's son
(Lay gypsy lay)
He's headed this way with a bullet in his gun
(Pray, gypsy, pray)
Yeah, the hangin' mob is ridin' all night
But they can't be here till tomorrow night
And you'll be gone by the morning light
(Dance gypsy dance)

Turnin' Turnin'
Round the fire
Burnin' Burnin'
Higher and Higher


And a shot rang out in the midnight breeze
(Dance gypsy dance)
From a Winchester rifle back in the trees
(Dance gypsy dance)

And nobody moved and nobody spoke
But way down yonder by the hollow oak
Hangin' up there by the end of that rope
(Dance gypsy dance)

Over in the meadow hid away from them all
Dance all night to the fiddle's call
Down by the river where the trees grow tall
(Dance gypsy dance)

People get all upset and they shiver and they sweat for money (Money!)
It don't seem to make no difference which a way the wind might blow
They scrimp and they save and
They'll dig an early grave for money (Money!)
They act like maybe they can take it with 'em when they go

People work all their lives and they marry ugly wives-for money (Money!)
There just ain't no tellin' what a money hungry man might do
They cheat and they steal and they murder and they kill-for money (Money!)
Now I've heard tell of some money hungry women too

Bridge:
They say gimme gimme gimme gimme all that you've got
I want your money
Give it to me, give it to me, I want a lot
I want it all
I want it right now

Ladies of the night get out on the street and fight - for money (Money!)
They'll be standing on the corner freezing in the midnight air
You can take it out in trade
Just as long as they get paid - in money (Money!)
If it's dirty or clean just as long
As it's green they don't care

Bridge:
They say gimme gimme gimme gimme all that you've got
I want your money
Give it to me, give it to me, I want a lot
I want it all
I want it right now

People get all upset and they shiver and they sweat for money (Money!)
It don't seem to make no difference which a way the wind might blow
They scrimp and they save and
They'll dig an early grave for money (Money!)
They act like maybe they can take it with 'em when they go

Bridge:
They say gimme gimme gimme gimme all that you've got
I want your money
Give it to me, give it to me, I want a lot
I want it all
I want it right now

Well the eagle's been flyin' slow
And the flag's been flyin' low
And a lot of people sayin' that America's fixin' to fall
Well speakin' just for me
And some people from Tennessee
We've got a thing or two to tell you all
This lady may have stumbled
But she ain't never fell
And if the Russians don't believe that
They can all go straight to hell
We're gonna put her feet back
On the path of righteousness and then
God bless America again


CHORUS
And you never did think
That it ever would happen again (In America, did you?)
You never did think
That we'd ever get together again
( We damn sure fooled you )
Yeah, we're walkin' real proud
And we're talkin' real loud again ( In America )
You never did think
That it ever would happen again


From The Sound up in Long Island
Out to San Francisco Bay
And everything that's in between them is our own
And we may have done a little bit
Of fightin' amongst ourselves
But you outside people best leave us alone
'Cause we'll all stick together
And you can take that to the bank
That's the cowboys and the hippies
And the rebels and the yanks
You just go and lay your hand
On a Pittsburgh Steelers' fan
And I think you're gonna finally understand

CHORUS
And you never did think
That it ever would happen again (In America, did you?)
You never did think
That we'd ever get together again
( We damn sure fooled you )
Yeah, we're walkin' real proud
And we're talkin' real loud again ( In America )
You never did think
That it ever would happen again

(Instrumental)

CHORUS
And you never did think
That it ever would happen again (In America, did you?)
You never did think
That we'd ever get together again
( We damn sure fooled you )
Yeah, we're walkin' real proud
And we're talkin' real loud again ( In America )
You never did think
That it ever would happen again

If you ever go back into Wooly Swamp son you better not go at night
There's things out there in the middle of them woods
That'd make a strong man die from fright
There's things that crawl and things that fly
And things that creep around on the ground
And they say the ghost of Lucias Clay gets up and it walks around.:
But I couldn't believe it, I just had to find out for myself
And I couldn't conceive it, I never would listen to nobody else
No I couldn't believe it, I just had to find out for myself
That there's some things in this world you just can't explain.
The old man lived in the Wooly Swamp way back in the gurgling woods
And he never did do a lot of harm in the world
But he never did do no good
People didn't think too much of him
They all thought he acted funny
The old man didn't care about people anyway
All he cared about was his money.
He'd stuff it all down in Mason jars and bury it all around
But on certain nights if the moon was right
He'd dig it up out of the ground.
He'd pour it all out on the floor of his shack
And run his fingers through it.
Old Lucias Clay was a greedy old man
And that's all there ever was to it.
The Crayton boys were white trash they lived over on Parvis Creek
They were a real snake and sneaky as a cat
And belligerent when they'd speak.
One night the oldest brother said ya'll meet in the Wooly Swamp later
We'll get old Lucias' money and we'll pitch him to the alligators.
They found the old man out in the back with a shovel in his hand
And thirteen rusty Mason jars he just dug up out of the sand.
And they all went crazy and they beat the old man
Then they picked him up off the ground
Then they threw him in the swamp and they stood there and laughed
Till the black water sucked him down.
Then they turned around and went back to the shack
And they picked up the money and ran.
But they hadn't gone nowheres when they realized
They were running in quicksand.
And they struggled and screamed but they couldn't get away
Then just before they were gone
They could hear that old man laughing
In a voice that was loud and strong.
Now that's been fifty years ago an' if you go back by there again
There's a spot in the yard in back of that shack
Where the ground is always wet.
And on certain nights if the moon is right
And you're down by the dark footpath
You can hear three yound men screaming
And you can hear that old man laugh.
(V-1)...
From: "Nancy Wood"

He was nobly born
Had a spanish bull's horn
And not one scar on his hansom face

He stood like a prince
And he had ever since
He had grandly walked into the place

Though the girls of Madrid
Tonight were forbid
For tomorrow he must fight once more

Before he left the bar
He would dance with them all
Cause he was El Toreador

The day of the feast
Was just a lie in the east
When he left Maria's warm bed

Her dark eyes said more
But he walked through the door
Shaking cobwebs of dreams from his head

And later that day
As he knelt to pray
He said God grant me this nothing more

If it is the way
And I must die today
Let me die like a Toreador

The pageant he chose
Shook from the roar
As the band played the Toreador's theme

Alarmed by the sound
The bull paws the ground
As the Toreador enters the ring

Up and down, round and round
On and on, all alone

The Plaza del Toros
Shook from the roar
As the band played the Toreador's theme

Alarmed by the sound
The bull paws the ground
As the Toreador enters the ring

Up and down,
Round and round
On and on, all alone

The shouts of ole
In the heat of the day
Rushed the hot blood to his Spanish heart

And the crowd held their breath
As he flirted with death
And the bull fighter's sword found it's mark

And trying to hide
The wound in his side
He walked from the ring standing tall

And a crowd gathered round
As he fell to the ground
A priest held his hand
Where he lay in the sand
And he was heard to say
A brave bull died today
But he died like a Toreador

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Written By CHARLIE DANIELS, CHARLIE HAYWARD, TAZ DI GREGORIO, TOMMY CRAIN, FRED EDWARDS, JIM MARSHALL
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Well the eagle's been flyin' slow
And the flag's been flyin' low
And a lotta people sayin' that America's
fixin' to fall
Well speakin' just for me
And some people from Tennessee
We've got a thing or two to tell you all
This lady may have stumbled
But she aint never failed
And if the Russians don't believe that
They can all go straight to hell
We're gonna put her feet back
On the path of righteousness and then
God bless America again
And you never did think
That it ever would happen again
( In America, did you )
You never did think
That we'd ever get together again
( We damn sure could )
Yeah, we're walkng real proud
And we're talkin' real loud again
( In America )
You never did think
That it ever would happen again
From The Sound up in Long Island
Out to San Francisco Bay
And everthing that's in between them
Is our own
And we may have done a little bit
Of fightin' amongst ourselves
But you outside people best leave us
alone
'Cause we'll all stick together
And you can take that to the bank
That's the cowboys and the hippies
And the rebels and and the yanks
You just go and lay your hand
On a Pittsburgh Steelers' fan
And I think you're gonna finally
understand

TWICE

The Devil went down to Georgia. He was lookin' for a soul to steal.
He was in a bind 'cause he was way behind. He was willing to make a deal
When he came across this young man sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot.
And the Devil jumped upon a hickory stump and said "Boy, let me tell you what."

"I bet you didn't know it, but I'm a fiddle player, too.
And if you'd care to take a dare I'll make a bet with you.
Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy, but give the Devil his due.
I'll bet a fiddle of gold against your soul 'cause I think I'm better than you."

The boy said, "My name's Johnny, and it might be a sin,
But I'll take your bet; and you're gonna regret 'cause I'm the best there's ever been."

Johnny, rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard.
'Cause Hell's broke loose in Georgia and the Devil deals the cards.
And if you win you get this shiny fiddle made of gold,
But if you lose the devil gets your soul.

The Devil opened up his case and he said, "I'll start this show."
And fire flew from his fingertips as he rosined up his bow.
And he pulled the bow across the strings and it made an evil hiss.
And a band of demons joined in and it sounded something like this.

When the Devil finished, Johnny said, "Well, you're pretty good ol' son,
But sit down in that chair right there and let me show you how it's done."

"Fire on the Mountain." Run, boys, run!
The Devil's in the house of the rising sun;
Chicken's in the bread pan picking out dough.
Granny, does your dog bite? No, child, no.

The Devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat.
And he laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Johnny's feet.
Johnny said, "Devil, just come on back if you ever wanna try again,
'Cause I've told you once--you son of a bitch--I'm the best there's ever been."
And he played:

"Fire on the Mountain." Run, boys, run!
The Devil's in the house of the rising sun;
Chicken's in the bread pan picking out dough.
Granny, does your dog bite? No, child, no.

Well the train to Grinder's Switch is runnin' right on time
And the Tucker boys are cookin' down in Caroline
People down in Florida can't be still
When ol' Lynyrd Skynyrd's pickin' down in Jacksonville
People down in Georgia come from near and far
To hear Dicky Betts pickin' on that red guitar

Chorus:
So gather round
Gather round children get down
You can get down children be loud
You can be loud here and be proud
You can be proud here be proud you a rebel
Cause the south's gonna do it again

Elvin Bishop's sittin' on a bale of hay
Damn right hansome and he sure can play
There's ZZ Top and you can't forget
That old brother Willie's gettin' soakin' wet
And all the good people down in Tennessee
Are diggin' barefoot Jerry and the CDB

Chorus:
So gather round
Gather round children get down
You can get down children be loud
You can be loud here and be proud
You better be proud here be proud you a rebel
Cause the south's gonna do it again
and again, and again, and again

Stroker Ace was born to race.
He had a mean streak ten feet wide.
A son of a gun with a taste for fun and
more than his share of pride.
Take a dirt road curve with the devil's
nerve and make a car dance across the mud.
Hauling shine was his regular line 'til the
track got in his blood.

Was a real hot shot and he bragged a lot but,
man that fool could drive. 'Cause he loved the
feel of the steering wheel and the girls with the
bed-room eyes. And in a racing tide or a bar
room fight old Stroker stole the show. A back
stretch blazer, a real hell raiser and a race
track Romeo.

Mama lock your daughters up
that wild bunch is back in town
And them little girls get frisky
when they hear that racecar sound
They're bringin out the yellow flag,
somebody's brakes have failed
There's an oilslick on the inside
and a wreck along the rail
You better stand on it, Stroker,
cause a bandit's on your tail.

It's a downright joy for a country boy
When he hears them engines moan
But you gotta hang tough and it gets real rough
When you're out there on your own
Cause they'll push you around, they'll knock you down
They'll shove ya up against the wall
And you always know when an engine blows
And a man can't win 'em all
You could push that car
just a little too far any Sunday afternoon
And if you break your neck
in some d---- fool's wreck they'll forget about you soon
But old Stroker Ace was born to race
and it's worth all the trying
Just to drink champagne in the Victory Lane
and to hear that concrete whine

Stroker get your dander up
this ain't no time to lag
You've got to make a lap up
if you want to take that checkered flag
Number ten is closin' in to even up the score
It's time to wave bye-bye and put the pedal on the floor
You better stand on it Stroker
cause you're blowin' off their doors.

Blow their doors off, Stroker. Stand on it, Son. Ah, you good lookin' devil, you.

I was takin a trip out to L.A.
Toolin along in my cheverolet
Tokin on a number and diggin on the radio

Just as I crossed the Mississippi line
I heard that highway start to whine
And I knew that left rear tire was about to blow

Well the spare was flat and I got uptight
Cause there wasn't a filling station in sight
So I just limped on down the shoulder on the rim

I went as far as I could and when I stopped the car
It was right in front of this little bar
Kind of a red-neck lookin joint called the Dew Drop Inn

I stuffed my hair up under my hat
And told the bartender that I had a flat
And ywould he be kind enough to give me change for a one

There was one thing I was sure proud to see
There wasn't a soul in the place except for him and me
He just looked disgusted and pointed toward the telephone

I called up the station down the road a ways
He said he wasn't very busy today
And he could have somone out there in just about 10 minutes or so

He said," Now, you just stay right where yer at!"
And I didn't bother to tell the darn fool
That I sure as hell didn't have anyplace else to go

I just ordered up a beer and sat down at the bar
When some guy walked in and said, "Who owns this car
With the peace sign, the mag wheels and the four on the floor?"

He looked at me and I damn near died
And I decided that I'd just wait outside
So I laid a dollar on the bar and headed for the door

Just when I thought I'd get outta there with my skin
These 5 big dudes come strollin in
With one old drunk chick and some fella with green teeth

I was almost to the door when the biggest one
Said, "You tip your hat to this lady, son!"
And when I did, all that hair fell out from underneath

Now the last thing I wanted was to get into a fight
In Jackson Mississippi on a Saturday night
Especially when there was three of them and only one of me

They all started laughin and I felt kinda sick
And I knew I better think of something pretty quick
So I just reached out and kicked old green teeth right in the knee

Now he let out a yell that'd curl yer hair
But before he could move I grabbed me a chair
And said "Now watch him Folks cause he's a thoroughly dangerous man!"

"You may not know it but this man is a spy.
He's a undercover agent for the FBI
And he's been sent down here to infiltrate the Ku Klux Klan!"

He was still bent over holdin on to his knee
But everybody else was looking and listening to me
And I laid it on thicker and heavier as I went

I said, "Would you believe this man has gone as far
As tearing Wallace stickers off the bumpers of cars.
And he voted for George McGovern for President."

"Well, he's a friend of them long haired, hippy-type, pinko fags!
I betchya he's even got a commie flag
tacked up on the wall inside of his garage."

"He's a snake in the grass, I tell ya guys.
He may look dumb but that's just a disguise,
He's a mastermind in the ways of espionage"

They all started lookin real suspicious at him
And he jumped up and said "Now just wait a minute Jim!
You know he's lying I been living here all of my life!"

"I'm a faithful follower of Brother John Birch
And I belong to the Antioch Baptist Church.
And I aint even got a garage, you can call home and ask my wife!"

Then he started saying somethin bout the way I was dressed
But I didn't wait around to hear the rest
I was too busy moving and hoping I didn't run outta luck

When I hit the ground I was making tracks
And they were just taking my car down off the jacks
So I threw the man a twenty and jumped in and fired that mother up

Mario Andretti wouldda sure been proud
Of the way I was movin when I passed that crowd
Coming out the door and headed toward me at a trot

And I guess I should of gone ahead and run
But somehow I just couldn't resist the fun
Of chasing them all just once around the parking lot

Well they headed for their car, but i hit the gas
And spun around and headed them off at the pass
I was slinging gravel and putting a ton of dust in the air

I had them all out there steppin and fetchin
Like their heads was on fire and their asses was catchin
then I figgered I had better go ahead and split before the cops got there

When I hit the road I was really wheelin
Had gravel flyin and rubber squeelin
And I didn't slow down till I was almost to Arkansas

I think I'm gonna reroute my trip
I wonder if anybody'd think I'd flipped
If I went to L.A., via Omaha

When I was a boy on my daddys knee
thats when he said these words to me,
said listen to what I'm gonna tell you son,
and you can help the world go round.
dont climb no mountain cause you might slip,
and i know you'll drown if saving ships,
heres a gutair all shiny and red,
and it makes a magic sound.

roll, roll, let it roll,
let it flood down to your soul,
let it talk, let it swing,
play that music, let it ring.

now you can pick buddy holly,
chuck berry to, and you can do anything that you wanna do,
wont cause no harm, and never started no wars,
and it sounds like father rain.
they can call it county, they can call it rock,
but I'll play this supper till the day I drop,
if you got any troubles just tune on in
cause it'll ease away your pain.

roll, roll, let it roll,
let it flood down to your soul,
let it talk, let it swing,
play that music, let it ring.

some folks get them college degrees,
and then they open up an office
and they charge big fees,
I never was good for much at all,
except for playin kinda loud.
I could feel it in my feet, hear it in my head,
I even played that music when I'm laying in bed,
it never did get me anywhere at all, but it makes me kinda proud.

roll, roll, let it roll,
let it flood down to your soul,
let it talk, let it swing,
play that music, let it ring.

come on and roll, roll, let it roll,
let it flood down to your soul,
let it talk, let it swing,

Well the eagle's been flyin' slow
And the flag's been flyin' low
And a lot of people sayin' that America's fixin' to fall
Well speakin' just for me
And some people from Tennessee
We've got a thing or two to tell you all
This lady may have stumbled
But she ain't never fell
And if the Russians don't believe that
They can all go straight to hell
We're gonna put her feet back
On the path of righteousness and then
God bless America again


CHORUS
And you never did think
That it ever would happen again (In America, did you?)
You never did think
That we'd ever get together again
( We damn sure fooled you )
Yeah, we're walkin' real proud
And we're talkin' real loud again ( In America )
You never did think
That it ever would happen again


From The Sound up in Long Island
Out to San Francisco Bay
And everything that's in between them is our own
And we may have done a little bit
Of fightin' amongst ourselves
But you outside people best leave us alone
'Cause we'll all stick together
And you can take that to the bank
That's the cowboys and the hippies
And the rebels and the yanks
You just go and lay your hand
On a Pittsburgh Steelers' fan
And I think you're gonna finally understand

CHORUS
And you never did think
That it ever would happen again (In America, did you?)
You never did think
That we'd ever get together again
( We damn sure fooled you )
Yeah, we're walkin' real proud
And we're talkin' real loud again ( In America )
You never did think
That it ever would happen again

(Instrumental)

CHORUS
And you never did think
That it ever would happen again (In America, did you?)
You never did think
That we'd ever get together again
( We damn sure fooled you )
Yeah, we're walkin' real proud
And we're talkin' real loud again ( In America )
You never did think
That it ever would happen again

Got on a plane in 'Frisco
And got off in Vietnam
I walked into a different world
The past forever gone

I could have gone to Canada
Or I could have stayed in school
But I was brought up differently
I couldn't break the rules

Thirteen months and fifteen days
The last ones were the worst
One minute I'd kneel down and pray
And the next I'd stand and curse

No place to run to
Where I did not feel that war
When I got home I stayed alone
And checked behind each door

Cuz I'm still in Saigon
Still in Saigon
I am still in Saigon
In my mind

The ground at home was covered in snow
And I was covered in sweat
My younger brother calls me a killer
And my daddy calls me a vet

Everybody says I'm someone else
And I'm sick and there's no cure
Damned if I know who I am
There was only one place I was sure

When i was still in Saigon
Still in saigon
I am still in saigon
In my mind

Every summer when it rains
I smell the jungle, I hear the planes
I can't tell no one, I feel ashamed
Afraid some day I'll go insane

That's been ten long years ago
And time has gone on by
Now and then I catch myself
Eyes searching through the sky

All the sounds of long ago
Will be forever in my head
Mingled with the wounded cries
And the silence of the dead

'Cuz I'm still in Saigon
Still in Saigon
I am still in Saigon
In my mind

I am still in Saigon
I am still in Saigon
Yes, I'm still in Saigon
In my mind

People say I'm no good, and crazy as a loon
'Cause I get stoned in the mornin', I get drunk in the afternoon
Kinda like my old blue tick hound, I like to lay around in the shade
And I ain't got no money, but I damn sure got it made

'Cause I ain't askin' nobody for nothin'
If I can't get it on my own
If you don't like the way I'm livin'
You just leave this long haired country boy alone

Preacher man talking on TV, puttin' down the rock and roll
Wants me to send a donation, 'cause he's worried about my soul
He said, "Jesus walked on the water.", and I know that it's true
But sometimes I think that preacher man, would like to do a little walkin' too

But I ain't askin' nobody for nothin'
If I can't get it on my own
If you don't like the way I'm livin'
You just leave this long haired country boy alone



A poor girl wants to marry, a rich girl wants to flirt
A rich man goes to college, a poor man goes to work
A drunkard wants another drink of wine, and a politician wants your vote
I don't want much of nothing at all, but I will take another toke

'Cause I ain't asking nobody for nothin'
If I can't get it on my own
If you don't like the way I'm livin'
You just leave this long haired country boy alone

If you ever go back into Wooly Swamp son you better not go at night
There's things out there in the middle of them woods
That'd make a strong man die from fright
There's things that crawl and things that fly
And things that creep around on the ground
And they say the ghost of Lucias Clay gets up and it walks around

Chorus:

But I couldn't believe it, I just had to find out for myself
And I couldn't conceive it, I never would listen to nobody else
No I couldn't believe it, I just had to find out for myself
That there's some things in this world you just can't explain

The old man lived in the Wooly Swamp way back in the gurgling woods
And he never did do a lot of harm in the world
But he never did do no good
People didn't think too much of him
They all thought he acted funny
The old man didn't care about people anyway
All he cared about was his money
He'd stuff it all down in Mason jars and bury it all around
But on certain nights if the moon was right
He'd dig it up out of the ground
He'd pour it all out on the floor of his shack
And run his fingers through it
Old Lucias Clay was a greedy old man
And that's all there ever was to it

Chorus

The Crayton boys were white trash they lived over on Parvis Creek
They were a real snake and sneaky as a cat
And belligerent when they'd speak
One night the oldest brother said ya'll meet in the Wooly Swamp later
We'll get old Lucias' money and we'll pitch him to the alligators
They found the old man out in the back with a shovel in his hand
And thirteen rusty Mason jars he just dug up out of the sand
And they all went crazy and they beat the old man
Then they picked him up off the ground
Then they threw him in the swamp and they stood there and laughed
Till the black water sucked him down
Then they turned around and went back to the shack
And they picked up the money and ran
But they hadn't gone nowhere when they realized
They were running in quicksand
And they struggled and screamed but they couldn't get away
Then just before they were gone
They could hear that old man laughing
In a voice that was loud and strong

Now that's been fifty years ago an' if you go back by there again
There's a spot in the yard in back of that shack
Where the ground is always wet
And on certain nights if the moon is right
And you're down by the dark footpath
You can hear three young men screaming
And you can hear that old man laugh

Repeat verse 1

Chorus...

Thinks he's a toughguy
Superfly
Stays high
Sneakin down the alleyway to make another buy

Talkin bout a big deal
Big wheel
Nothins real
Wouldn't know the truth if it looked him in the eye

Sneakin out the back door
Top floor
Dirt poor
You know the boys gonna get himself in jail

Living on the back street
Concrete
Fast speed
Lost in the jungle with the tiger by the tail

Everytime I see him
Everytime I see him
Everytime I see him
He's just barely getting by
Everytime I see him
Everytime I see him
Everytime I see him
He's down there getting high

Midnight siren
Whats it mean
Bad dreams
Shiverin and shakin in the middle of the night

Down in a cold sweat
In debt
Upset
Hidin in the back room to keep ot of sight

Walkin that tough walk
Jivetalk
Double cross
Sneakin down the side street hidin from the sun

Makin them big plans
Big man
Be this man
Gonna make a million but he never gets it done

Everytime I see him
Everytime I see him
Everytime I see him
He's just barely getting by
Everytime I see him
Everytime I see him
Everytime I see him
He's down there getting high

Thinks he's a loverboy
Super joy
Tough toy
Thinks he's kinda sexy but the ladies say he ain't

Nothing but a no class
Jiveass
Movin fast
Wants to be a winner but the monkey says he can't

After hours nightspot
Whatcha got
Hot shot
Gotta keep movin just to keep from going down

The boy won't ever learn
Slow burn
Overturn
End up in a coffin there six feet in the ground

Everytime I see him
Everytime I see him
Everytime I see him
He's just barely getting by
Everytime I see him
Everytime I see him
Everytime I see him
He's down there getting high

In the southern part of Texas, east and west of El Paso
Where the mighty Franklin Mountains guard the trail to Mexico
There's a new-made widow crying and a hearse a-rollin' slow
I guess the devil's passed this way again.

There's a lathered sorrel stallion running through the Joshua trees
And a young man in the saddle with his coat tails in the breeze.
He's got a six gun on his right hip and a rifle at his knees
And he's dealing in a game that he can't win.

Chorus:
Poor Billy Bonney, you're only 21,
Pat Garrett's got your name on every bullet in his gun.
Every notch you carve on your six gun
Has a bloody tale to tell.
You're a mile ahead of Garrett and a step outside of Hell.

Those fancy clothes you're wearin' and the women in your bed
Can't take away the traces of the men that you've left dead
As you ride across the badlands with a price upon your head
And now the Wheel of Fortune starts to turn.

Your reputation's grown 'til it's the biggest in the land
And there ain't a lot of people left who want to call your hand
And I guess you'll go down shootin' and like all branded men
When you shake hands with the devil you get burned.

Chorus:
Poor Billy Bonney, you're only 21,
Pat Garrett's got your name on every bullet in his gun.
Every notch you carve on your six gun
Has a bloody tale to tell.
You're a mile ahead of Garrett and a step outside of Hell.