Music

1

Caballo Diablo

Wild as a coastal bronco, 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

Chorus:

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

Repeat Chorus

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

Repeat Chorus

2

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 John Lee Walker
And the girl I left behind

Now John 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 John 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 DeBell
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 John 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 John Lee Walker
And the girl I left behind

3

Long Haired Country Boy

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 talkin' 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 asking nobody for nothin'
If I can't get it on my own
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 your vote
I don't want much of nothin' at all
But I will take another toke

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

4

Georgia

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

5

Feeling Free

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]

6

The South's Gonna Do It (Again)

Well, the train to Grinderswitch is runnin' right on time
And them 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 Richard Betts pickin' on that red guitar

[Chorus:]
So gather 'round, gather 'round chillun'
Get down, well just get down chillun'
Get loud, well you can be loud and be proud
Well you can be proud, hear now
Be proud you're a rebel
'Cause the South's gonna do it again and again

Elvin Bishop sittin' on a bale of hay
He ain't good lookin', but he sure can play
And 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 CDB

[Chorus]
So gather 'round, gather 'round chillun'
Get down, well just get down chillun'
Get loud, well you can be loud and be proud
Well you can be proud, hear now
Be proud you're a rebel
'Cause the South's gonna do it again and again

7

New York City, King Sized Rosewood Bed

Drove back to Birmingham
Let the sunshine on my hair
Going back to Birmingham
Let the sunshine on my hair
Leave all the things that lay beside your
New York City, king sized rosewood bed

You and me, oh mama
You got fire in your eyes
Lightning in your fingertips
Make my fever rise
You a hoochie-coochie woman
You're just the devil in disguise

Going to take all my back luck
Hitch it to the ride in time
Going to take all my back luck
Hitch it to the ride in time
I'll be back in Alabama before the day is done
Going back to Birmingham
Let the sunshine on my hair
Going back to Birmingham
Let the sunshine on my head
Leave all the things that lay beside your
New York City woman, and your
New York City king sized rosewood bed

8

No Place To Go (Live)

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�
Ain't no place left to go�
Ain't 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�
Ain't no place left to go�
Ain't no place left to go�

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�
Ain't no place left to go�
Ain't no place left to go

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�
Ain't no place left to go�
Ain't no place left to go
Ain't no place left to go
Oh yea�
Ain't no place left to go

When a man,- Hits the...
Bottom

I tell you for sure
Oooooooooo�
Welllll,... even
There ain't no place left to.
Go
Whoah yea
Whaaa yea
Whaa yea
Drums
Whaaa nonono
No no no n0000ooowhoa000hh.

9

Orange Blossom Special (Live)

Instrumental