The Charlie Daniels Band

Daniels

Willie Jones was a man I met when I lived in Baltimore
I was a guard and he was doing time
In the three long years he stayed there I got to know him well
Willie Jones he was a friend of mine

He used to say buddy you know where I'm going when they let me out of here
Alabama could be heaven if the Lord was there
And he talked about the southland though he'd drifted from its shores
I never seen a man who loved it more

He talked about the whippoorwills in the Alabama night
Honeysuckle vine and sugar cane
Swimming holes and fishing poles and early morning frost
And sleeping under a tin roof when it rained

He talked about a country road and a cabin in the pines
And a girl with wavy long chestnut brown hair
He talked about the beauty of his Blue Ridge Mountain home
And darn near made me think that I was there

He used to say buddy you know where I'm going when they let me out of here
Alabama could be heaven if the Lord was there
When a man ain't got no freedom the time sure passes slow
Willie Jones had ten long years to go

It's been almost a years now since that hot night in July
Willie hit the guard and jumped the fence
I had my rifle ready but I couldn't let it fly
I shot over his head and we ain't seen him since

Then last week the postman brought a letter to my door
Marked No Return Address and No Reply
It just said nobody north of Birmingham is gonna see this boy again
But if you're ever down our way won't you please drop by

He used to say buddy you know where I'm going when they let me out of here
Alabama could be heaven if the Lord was there
And he talked about the southland though he'd drifted from its shores
I never seen a man who loved it more

I woke up on a cement floor this mornin',
My head felt like somebody been walkin' on it,
Don't know how I got here,
Don't remember nothin' at all,
but if I done all the things that they say I did,
well I sure musta had a ball

'Cause in 30 more days
I'm goin' back home,
to see that gal of mine,
but the Wichita Jail
is a long long way
from the Tupelo County line,
I gotta do my time

Well I ain't got a cent of the money I had
I spent it
Shirts tore, my shoes got a big hole in it,
There's a king size knot on the side of my head
and I got one big black eye
But brother if you think I look bad,
you oughtta see that other guy

'Cause in 30 more days
I'm goin' back home,
to see that gal of mine,
but the Wichita Jail
is a long long way
from the Tupelo County line,
I gotta do my time

Well this nine pound hammer feels like it weighs a ton
makin lil ones outta big ones in this red hot Kansas sun
I just hope I can make it 30 more days
and get out of this mess I'm in,
and if I ever get back to Mississippi
I ain't ever gonna leave again

'Cause in 30 more days
I'm goin' back home,
to see that gal of mine,
but the Wichita Jail
is a long long way
from the Tupelo County line,

I gotta do my time
I gotta do my time
I gotta do my time
I gotta do my time

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

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

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

"Turned My Head Around"

When I was very young my daddy took me on his knee
"Son, there's some things I wanna learn ya
Before you get away from me"

"Don't let nobody boss you much
And keep your money clean
Treat a woman like a lady
And your lady like a queen"

But I didn't know what he was talking about
I didn't know what he was trying to say
'Til I got out in this mean old world
And you can turn my head around the other way

When I was eighteen a lady picked me up
From off of the street
She put a new suit on my back
And new boots on my feet

I said, "Thank you, kind lady.
What do you want in return?"
She said, "Young man, put yourself in my hands
And you're damn sure gonna learn"

But I didn't know what she was talking about
I didn't know what she was trying to say
'Til she took me in the back room
And she turned my head around the other way

Right along about this time
The story is rather sad
It was about the time that I turned 21
I thought that I was bad

Then I cussed out this old man
Down here in the beer joint late one night
He said, "Son, if you wanna talk you talk
But if you wanna fight, let's fight"

But I didn't know what he was talking about
I didn't know what he was trying to say
'Til he took me out in the parking lot
And he turned my head around the other way

'Til he took me out in the parking lot
He turned my head around the other way

"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

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

Workin' out here on the railroad line
Breaking my back for nickles and dimes
Sweatin' in the hot sun all of the time
Well I wake up and pray that the sun don't shine

Tomorrow morning I swear to my soul
I'm gonna go cut me a hickory pole
And sit right back by the fishin' hole all day

Tomorrow
Tomorrow
Tomorrow's gonna be another day
Tomorrow
Tomorrow
Tomorrow's gonna be another day

[fiddle bridge]

So go tell that man that I won't be back
To lay no more of that railroad track
I got little green weeds growing round my shack
I keep my money in a gunny sack

Well I'm never gonna be a millionaire
Just pass me over 'cause I don't care
I'll sit right back in my easy chair all day

Tomorrow
Tomorrow
Tomorrow's gonna be another day
Tomorrow
Tomorrow
Tomorrow's gonna be another day

This ain't no rag, it's a flag
And we don't wear it on our heads
It's a symbol of the land where the good guys live
Are you listening to what I said
You're a coward and a fool
And you broke all of the rules
And you wounded our American pride
And now we're coming with a gun
And we know you're gonna run
But you can't find no place to hide
We're gonna hunt you down like a mad dog hound
Make you pay for the lives you stole
We're all through talking and a messing around
And now it's time to rock and roll

These colors don't run and we're speaking as one
When we say united we stand
When you mess with one, you mess with us all
Every boy, girl, woman and man
You've been acting mighty rash
And talking that trash
Let me give you some advice
You can crawl back in your hole
Like a dirty little mole
But now it's time to pay the price
You might of shot us in the back
Now you have to face the fact
That the big boys' in the game
And the thunder's been crashing
And the lightning's been flashing
And now it's getting ready to rain

This is the United States of America
The land of the brave and the free
We believe in God and we believe in justice
We believe in liberty
You've been pulling our chain
We should've done something 'bout you a long time ago
But now the flag's flying high and the fur's gonna fly
And soon the whole world's gonna know

This ain't no rag, it's a flag
Old Glory red, white and blue
The stars and the stripes when it comes to a fight
We can do what we have to do
Our people stand proud
The American crowd is faithful, and loyal and tough
We're good as the best and better than the rest
And you're gonna find out soon enough
When you look up in the sky
And you see the eagle fly
You better know he's a heading your way
'Cause this ain't no rag it's a flag
And it stands for the USA
USA
USA
USA
USA

--- Instrumental ---

When you look up in the sky
And you see the eagle fly
You better know he's a heading your way
'Cause this ain't no rag it's a flag
And it stands for the USA
(child recites, while band chants USA, USA)
I pledge allegiance, to the flag
of the United States of America
and to the Republic, for which it stands
One Nation, under God, indivisible
With liberty and justice for all)...

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

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

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"

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...

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...

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.
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From: "Nancy Wood"

"The Last Fallen Hero"

Oh, the cowards came by morning and attacked without a warning
Leaving flames and death and chaos in our streets.
In the middle of this fiery hell brave heroes fell

In the skies of Pennsylvania on a plane bound for destruction
With the devil and his angels at the wheel
They never reached their target on the ground
Brave heroes brought it down

Chorus:
This is a righteous cause so without doubt or pause
I will do what my country asks of me
Make any sacrifice
We'll pay whatever price
So the children of tomorrow can be free
Lead on red, white and blue
And we will follow you until we win the final victory
God help us do our best we will not slack or rest
Till the last fallen hero rests in peace

Now the winds of war are blowing and there's no way of knowing
Where this bloody path we're traveling will lead
We must follow till the end
Or face it all again

And make no mistake about it, write it, preach it, talk it, shout it
Across the mountains and the deserts and the seas
The blood of innocence and shame
Will not be shed in vain

Chorus:
This is a righteous cause so without doubt or pause
I will do what my country asks of me
Make any sacrifice
We'll pay whatever price
So the children of tomorrow can be free
Lead on red, white and blue
And we will follow you until we win the final victory
God help us do our best we will not slack or rest
Till the last fallen hero rests in peace

God help us do our best we will not slack nor rest
Till the last fallen hero rests in peace

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.

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.

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.

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.

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."

"Texas"

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 your like and shove 'em on up the line
People in Texas don't care if the sun don't shine

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

"Sweetwater Texas"


When I was a young man in Sweetwater Texas
Just one thing stayed on my mind
To ride a white horse over Durango Mountain
And leave Sweetwater Texas behind

Well I turned twenty-one there in Sweetwater Texas
And just one thing made me stay there
I wanted to leave but I was in love with
the girl with the chestnut brown hair

Then there came a time
when she said she be mine
And go any place anytime
So we rode a gray dog over Durango Mountain
And left Sweetwater Texas behind

It was thunderin' and lightin' when we left Nolan County
And the bus rolled along through the night
And ole thirty-six was a magic black demon
leading towards the cities bright lights

It was ten in the mornin' when we rolled in to Houston
Our hopes were as high as the sky
But hopes turned to weeks, then to years, and then forever
I never knew how fast time goes by

And there was cowboys sellin' cars
and country girls in bars
Somehow it just don't seem fair
And I wanted to die 'cause I knew I was losin'
The girl with the chestnut brown hair

So many times I said
I would rather be dead
than to take "downs" to go to bed
and "ups" to clear my head

And if the good Lord see the way
to let me live one more day
I'm so tired of being alone
Gonna ride a white horse over Durango Mountain
And make Sweetwater Texas my home

"Sweet Louisiana"

Well, I thought I'd go out to Tulsa
And ride in a rodeo
Red beans and rice sure would be nice
Back where the Mississippi River flows

And it's a long way back to Vicksburg
Mississippi River is muddy and wide
But it don't seem like much
When sweet Louisiana's waitin' on the other side

Well, there's a lot of room up in Canada
Where a man can catch his breath
But the men are bold and the women are cold
And you damn near freeze to death

And it's a long way back to Vicksburg
Mississippi River is muddy and wide
But it don't seem like much
When sweet Louisiana's waitin' on the other side

There's pretty girls in Kansas City
And a man can have a ball
But the women in Ouachita Parish
Drive a young man up the wall

And it's a long way back to Vicksburg
Mississippi River is muddy and wide
But it don't seem like much
When sweet Louisiana's waitin' on the other side

Well, I thought I'd go out to Tulsa
And ride in a rodeo
Red beans and rice sure would be nice
Back where the Mississippi River flows

And it's a long way back to Vicksburg
Mississippi River is muddy and wide
But it don't seem like much
When sweet Louisiana's waitin' on the other side

'Cause it don't seem like much
When sweet Louisiana's waitin' on the other side

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.

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

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

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

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

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

"Slow Song"

I won't get you near me
I don't blame you
For not seeing my way
Don't you worry, girl
There's just too damn much power

And I won't let it bother me
All that I had
Lets you think of me once in a while

Everybody's got a dream to live long
And I've got one of mine
And I ain't got near to begin with it
So I best be movin' on

And I will think of you with me
And when I do
I don't know if I'll cry or smile

I will think of you with me
And when I do
I don't know if I'll cry or smile

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

I ain't nothin' but a simple man
They call me a redneck I 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
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 guage 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

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

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
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

"Saddle Tramp"

Well you pass around the pipe and you all get high
Never even stop and wonder why
Maybe it's because you wanna die
Maybe it's just the way things have to be

You stay up late and drink too damn much whiskey
You know that sort of thing is kind of risky
Maybe it's just because you like to feel frisky
Maybe it's just because you like to feel free

Saddle Tramp
How many people watch you ridin' by
Like a thunder cloud that floats
Across the Arizona sky
And wonder if they're looking
At a mighty happy man
Or just a lonely breeze that drifts
Across the endless desert sand

Well it's gettin' kinda cold in Readosa
Abilene ain't gettin' any closer
One more drink, one more hand of poker
‘Cause a fool and his money's
Gonna have to part

You're too proud to ever show your sorrow
You don't steal and you won't beg or borrow
You may be here today but you're gone tomorrow
There ain't no strings on your boot heels
Or your heart

Saddle Tramp
How many people watch you ride away
Wonder why you never promise
To come back some day
Maybe thinking you were holding
All the pieces in your hand
Or are they slippin' through your fingers
Like the endless desert sand

"Running With The Crowd"

Come all ye young cowboys and listen to me
And don't waste your life on that ol' hangin' tree
And don't think that size ever makes a man small
You find out it's nothing at all

They know a tension when the old words are said
'Don't cheat in poker and don't lose your head'
Lost cowboys are human and bullets kill dead
Six guns don't make a man tall

'Cause it's all so easy to run with the crowd
And they're a damn good bunch of cowboys
Makes a man feel proud

Do a honest day's work for the money you spend
Be fast with the ladies and slow with the man
Be kind to your horses and true to your friends
And treat every mother's son fair

Don't stay in town late on a Saturday night
Don't let no one tease you into a fight
'Cause when they're saddled with guns
There ain't nobody right
It's a short trail that leads to nowhere

'Cause it's all so easy to run with the crowd
And they're a damn good bunch of cowboys
Makes a man feel proud

'Cause it's all so easy to run with the crowd
And they're a damn good bunch of cowboys
Makes a man feel proud

"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

"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

"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

(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

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.
17 end hits

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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

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

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

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.

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.