Music

Charlie Daniels (Out of Print) (1970)

  • 1

    Great Big Bunches of Love

    We've got great big bunches of love
    People what a feeling
    It reaches clear up to the ceiling 
    And out through the roof
    And that's the truth

    And we've got 44 acres of sunshine 
    20 miles south of the county line
    And people if that don't blow your mind
    There's something wrong with you

    Now I ain't even been down to macon
    In nigh unto a year
    In fact I ain't done much of nothin' at all 
    That can't be done right here

    I guess you might say I've been keepin' myself
    Pretty close to home
    I want to live to my children all get grown
    So I stay at home

    Well we've got great big bunches of love
    People what a feeling
    It reaches clear up to the ceiling 
    And out through the roof
    And that's the truth

    And we've got 44 acres of sunshine 
    20 miles south of the county line

    And people if that don't blow your mind
    There's something wrong with you

    Whoa whoa whoa whoa

    I don't need no aggravation to clutter up my mind
    I moved out of town 3 years ago 
    Just to leave that all behind
    Well I spend my days soaking up the sun 
    My nights making love to you
    Well it may sound simple but that's all I want to do
    You know it's true

    Well we've got great big bunches of love
    People what a feeling
    It reaches clear up to the ceiling 
    And out through the roof
    And that's the truth

    And we've got 44 acres of sunshine 
    20 miles south of the county line
    And people if that don't blow your mind
    There's something wrong with you

    Whoa whoa whoa whoa
    Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah​

  • 2

    Little Boy Blue

    Out on the desert when the wind blows the sand 
    It's a beautiful sight to behold
    Round desert moon turns the nighttime to silver
    and the sun turns the daytime to gold

    And little boy blue's got a whole lot to do
    And maybe tomorrow he'll grow up

    Out on the desert when the wind blows the sand
    It gets in your shoes when you're walking
    That cold desert moon and the hot desert sun
    Can get inside your head when you're talking

    And railroads and highways make impatient friends
    And maybe tomorrow he'll follow
    There's Phoenix and Frisco and LA and Reno 
    And so many fine places to travel

    Daytime in the city is something to see
    It fills a mans eyes with delight
    The buildings they reach up and almost touch the sky
    While the bright lights make love to the night

    And little boy blue's got a whole lot to do
    And maybe tomorrow he'll grow up

    The city's so crowded that you can't go nowhere
    It's all aggravation and worry
    You can't see the sky and you can't breathe the air
    It'll make a man old in a hurry

    And railroads and highways make impatient friends
    And Lord, don't he wish he could follow
    There's Kingman and Backhale and Yuma and Scottsdale
    And so many fine places to travel

    Out on the desert when the wind blows the sand
    It's a beautiful sight to behold
    Round desert moon turns the nighttime to silver
    And the sun turns the daytime to gold

    And little boy blue's got a whole lot to do
    And there's always tomorrow
    Thank God for tomorrow

  • 3

    Ain't No Way

    Lyrics are not available
  • 4

    Don't Let Your Man Find Out

    Lyrics are not available
  • 5

    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

  • 6

    Long Long Way (Back Home)

    Lyrics are not available
  • 7

    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​

  • 8

    The Pope And The Dope

    Now if a order was to come down from the Pope,
    The Catholics ain't allowed to smoke no dope,
    if they couldn't get high would they feel real low,
    And Would they get pissed off down in Mexico,

    and if Mayor John Lindsey was to propose,
    the Oh Calcutta cast had to wear clothes,
    would they still come all the way from Kokomo,
    just to dig the show,

    What if Eldridge Cleaver was to devise a plan,
    For the Black Panther Party of America to be merged with the Ku Klux Klan,

    And If Richard Nixon made Spiro Agnew
    the new ambassador to Timbuktu,
    if he was to do it well, do you guess
    it'd improve his relationship with CBS,

    What if Lester Maddox was to pass a law,
    that the black population of Georgia had to be moved into Arkansas,
    Aww Would it make Orval Faubus sore and start a 2 state civil war,
    And Would they ask the government for federal aid to buy pickaxe handles and razorblades

    Bop Bop Bop Bop Bodeop Doe
    Now if Martha Mitchell was to address
    a special meeting of the SDS,
    If she told them her views on Vietnam,
    Would they make her an honorary minuteman,

    And if Governor Wallace was to come unglued,
    and run for President in 72,
    Could he carry all of the Southern states,
    with Julian Bond for a running mate,

    Now if the CIA, and the IRS, and the FCC,
    Found out that J. Edgar Hoover and the FBI owned stock in AT&T,
    and the UAW, and the BNO, and the AFL and CIO, and the ICC,
    and the BVDs, and the LSU and UCLA, and the OEO, and the KKK, and the PTA and the L&N, and the UPI and IBM, aww BS!​