Music

The Ultimate Charlie Daniels Band (2002)

  • 1

    Then, Now and Until the End

    Do you know me? ..
    Of course you do! ..
    Though maybe you haven't seen me in a little while
    I'm that drum beat comin' through your car radio
    And I'm that thumpin' bass that drags you along with the rhythm
    I'm that part of music that makes you wanna dance

    I'm a pure gospel song issuing forth from a Sunday morning church house
    Jesus! .. Jesus .. Jesus .. Jesus .. Jesus .. Jesus .. Jesus .. Jesus .. Jesus .. Jesus ..Jesus!

    I'm a happy crystal ring of a high mountain fiddle
    I'm the blues at midnight oozing out of a back street honky-tonk
    I'm draw my nourishment from the teeming streets of New York City
    The lonely grain covered plains of Minnesota
    From cabaret and camp meeting, and bayou and beer joint and good times and ghettos
    I was born in a house of New Orleans travelling up the river on the North bound paddle leaders
    I was nurtured in the Mississippi delta when seeds of the blues sprang forth in the rich black soil
    I was there when Elvis learned to sing, when BB got his first guitar
    I'm black and white and smooth and rough and hard and soft
    I'm the roots of American music
    And I'm always there just the local service
    And when the chaff of trend and bad is swept aside
    I'm exposed again
    Strong, pulsating and very much alive

    The winds of change may blow the tree away
    But the roots remain, then, now and until the end​

  • 2

    Uneasy Rider

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

    Just as I crossed the Mississippi line
    I heard that highway started 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 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 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 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 someone 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 ain't 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 woulda 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

  • 3

    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
  • 4

    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

  • 5

    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

  • 6

    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​

  • 7

    Wichita Jail

    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
  • 8

    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​

  • 9

    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 Riodoso
    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
    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
  • 10

    High Lonesome

    Just you and me and a little white pup
    Sittin' here waiting for the sun to come up
    To keep the chill away
    Drinkin' our coffee at the first crack of dawn
    Watchin' a doe while she nuzzles her fawn
    It's my favorite time of the day

    [CHORUS:]
    High Lonesome
    God don't ever let this mountain change
    High Lonesome
    I hope you will always stay the same

    Sometimes in the evening when everything's still
    Sweet mountain music floats over the hill
    On a laurel-scented breeze
    Sometimes when nightbirds are scolding the mist
    I think I might know where heaven is
    It's just above the trees

    [CHORUS]
    High Lonesome
    God don't ever let this mountain change
    High Lonesome
    I hope you will always stay the same

    Watchin' my summertimes turnin' to falls
    Seein' my song growing honest and tall
    Keeps me satisfied
    If I live forever or I die today
    All I would ask is you just let me lay
    Here on this mountainside

    [CHORUS]
    High Lonesome
    God don't ever let this mountain change
    High Lonesome
    I hope you will always stay the same​

  • 11

    Midnight Wind

    ​He blew in town at midnight
    And he didn't mean to stay
    And then he found her
    Just at closing time at the Alamo Cafe

    And the way he smiled and carried on
    He kinda made her day
    So by the time that she left
    He left with her

    And she let him borrow money
    And she let him drive her car
    She didn't really trust him
    But she done and gone too far

    When the midnight moon is shining
    When it's shining down the way
    Well, if he blew in on the midnight wind
    He may never pass this way again

    She knew down in her heart
    That he would only stay awhile
    But sometimes she was a woman
    And sometimes she was a child
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    Then just about the time
    That she was learning how to smile
    One Tuesday night
    He came up missing

    And sometimes now she thinks
    She hears his footsteps cross the floor
    But it's just that midnight wind
    Howling around the door

    When the midnight moon is shining
    When it's shining down the way
    Well, if he blew in on the midnight wind
    He may never pass this way again

    When the midnight moon is shining
    When it's shining down the way
    Well, if he blew in on the midnight wind
    He may never pass this way again

  • 12

    The Devil Went Down to Georgia

    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 guess 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,

    I done told you once�you son of a bitch�I'm the best that's ever been."

    And he played:

    �

    "Fire on the Mountain." Run, boys, run!

    The Devil's in the house of the rising sun;

    The chicken's in the bread pan picking out dough.

    Granny, will your dog bite? No, child, no.

  • 13

    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 wing

    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

  • 14

    The Legend of Wooley Swamp

    ​If you ever go back in�Wooley Swamp well you better not go at night
    There's things out there in the middle of them woods
    That�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 Lucius 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 Booger 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 Lucius Clay was a greedy old man
    And that's all there ever was to it

    [Chorus]

    The Cagle boys were white trash they lived over on Carver's Creek
    They were mean as a snake and sneaky as a cat
    And belligerent when they'd speak
    One night the oldest brother said ya'll meet in the Wooley Swamp later
    We'll take ol' Lucius' money and we'll feed 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
    as 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 went under
    They could hear that old man laughing
    In a voice as loud as thunder

    Now that's been fifty years ago an' if you go back by there yet
    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
    down by the dark footpath
    You can hear three young men screaming
    And you can hear one old man laugh

    [Repeat verse 1]

    [Chorus]

  • 15

    Carolina (I Remember You)

    The first things I remember are frosty Carolina mornings with a cheery fire�
    crackling in my mommas big black wood cook stove.�

    I remember snow flakes as big as goose feathers and the moon the color of new�
    made country butter and a night sky like diamonds against black velvet reaching�
    from horizon to horizon.�

    I remember when the biggest problems in my barefoot life were sand spurs and�
    red ant hills.�

    I remember sitting with my grand-daddy on the front porch and watching the last�
    of that magnificent southern sun bleed away into the twilight sky.�

    I remember Sunday school and kneeling at the cross and trying to imagine what�
    God looked like; Sunday dinner, short pants, hair cuts and a little puppy my�
    daddy brought home to me and I remember love.�

    I remember steam puffing, fire breathing, awesome 10 wheel locomotives and the�
    conductor's watch looked as big as one of my grandmothers biscuits.�

    I remember my mother smiling in a red and white checkered dress and Christmas�
    always seemed so far away. Yes, I remember you Carolina, grand old lady of the�
    south. I remember you as home.

    One of the memories that stays on my mind
    about an old southern lady that I left behind,�
    is a ramshackle bridge where the deep river winds
    and an old two-lane blacktop through the tall long-leaf pines.

    Carolina, Carolina
    You're hard, but you're hard to forget.

    I still remember the magnolia nights
    and goosefeather snow flakes in the gray morning light;
    sandspurs and puppies and red autumn leaves
    and the warm lights in the clear night on a cold Christmas Eve.

    Carolina, Carolina
    You're hard, but you're hard to forget.

    Carolina I knew you
    before the highways got to you
    and I loved you as one of your own
    and I still do

    Carolina, Carolina
    You're hard, but you're hard to forget
    You're hard To Forget​

  • 16

    Still in Saigon

    (Dan Daley)

    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

    'Cause 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

    'Cause 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

  • 17

    Running With That Crowd

    Lyrics are not available
  • 18

    American Farmer

    See that man in the field over yonder
    With dirt on his hands and a loan on his back
    He's the man that puts the food on your table
    He's the man that grows the clothes on your back
    Were running a mile out of the house he was born in
    Tending on the sidelines and watching him fall
    Selling his land to the big corporations
    What you gonna do when they get it all

    He's been rolled for sure treated like a outlaw
    Turned down sold out, put out to graze
    He's been pushed you know when he can push no more
    It gets a little harder everyday

    [chorus]
    He's the American farmer
    And he damn�hard to beat
    Better wake up America, wake up America
    Coz if the man don't work then the people don't eat

    Keep�sending that�high tech stuff off to Russia
    I can't figure what where doing it for
    We should be sending them wheat and meat and cotton
    'Cause a loaf of bread never started no war
    See that man in the middle of city
    Eatin' outta garbage cans, sleepin' in the street
    See that lady livin' in the ghetto
    How in the world she gonna�make ends meet

    It's a damn�disgrace on the face of America
    Hungry people everywhere you go
    Children in Africa starving by the millions
    While the land lays fallow and the banks foreclose

    [chorus]

    He's an American, he's an American, he's an American, American farmer
    Better see�him through
    'Cause if he goes down swinging
    You better know where gonna go down swinging to

    [chorus]

    The people don't eat

    The people eon't eat

    I said the people don't eat

    The people don't eat

  • 19

    Cowboy Hat in Dallas

    Well there ain't no grapes in California, and there ain't no spuds in Idaho
    Ain't no snow in Minnesota, they don't get hot in El Paso
    And there ain't no baked beans up in Boston, and no river in St. Lou
    Ain't no grizzlies in Alaska and the Astrodome is blue
    And there ain't a cowboy hat in Dallas if I ain't in love with you

    Well there ain't no M in Massechusetts, and there ain't no K in Kankakee
    And there ain't T in Tallahassee, there ain't no B.S. in D.C.
    Ain't no beer in Bogalusa, ain't no beach in Malibu
    Ain't no cars in Carson City, ain't no water in Waterloo
    And there ain't a guitar pick in Nashville if I ain't in love with you

    [BRIDGE:]
    How am I gonna make you see that all I wanna do is make you mine
    You won't believe a word I say so I'm just gonna try it one more time
    One more time
    And there ain't no tide in Tuscaloosa, no jambalaya in Lafayette
    And there ain't no oil in Oklahoma, and Arizona's soakin' wet
    And I ain't ever givin' up in spite of all you put me thru
    I'm gonna tell ya one more time, baby you know it's true
    Ain't a Chevrolet in Detroit if I ain't in love with you

    [SOLO]

    You won't believe a word I say so I'll just have to try it one more time
    One more time
    Well there ain't no mountains in Montana, ain't no pines in Caroline
    And there ain't rivers in Mississippi, ain't no Mason-Dixon Lines, and ya know that's fine
    Ain't no longhorn cows in Texas, ain't no streets in Kalamazoo
    Ain't no losers in Las Vegas, ain't no creeks in Caribou
    Ain't a cowboy hat in Dallas if I ain't in love with you
    Ain't a cowboy hat in Dallas if I ain't in love with you​

  • 20

    Midnight Train

    Midnight train, roll on
    Midnight train, roll on

    Clear them tracks and keep that whistle blowin
    Take this stranger on to Santa Fe
    It seems like romance and danger
    Follow this here tall dark stranger all along the way

    Well the train was rumblin through the night heading south to Santa Fe
    And in a fancy car, with a private bar, and a personal valet
    There was a bunch of cold eyed men a sittin at a poker table
    Bettin hot stakes all around

    Ole Louisiana Lou had a knife in his shoe, was dealin' a hand of cards
    And ole Stagger Lee Crocket had a gun in his pocket, was sweatin bettin hard
    And over in the corner this Mexican guy with two gold teeth and a patch on his eye
    Took a long hard look around

    And then the door flew open, the stranger walked in and said don't ya'll get excited
    I know this here's a private game, and I know I wasn't invited
    But I got a roll that'd choke a mule
    I'm just about a big enough fool to lay it all right down

    And everybody nodded as the stranger took his seat
    He knew this bunch of cutthroat's would be mighty hard to beat
    As the stranger knew then the toughest two by far were where he sat
    Was a pot belly fellow from south Alabama, and a dude in a black felt hat

    Midnight Train, roll on
    Midnight Train, roll on

    Well clear them tracks and keep that whistle blowin
    Take this stranger on to Santa Fe
    It seems like romance and danger
    Follow this here tall dark stranger all along the way

    Well the stranger sat down he looked around at all them evil faces
    And the pot-belly fellow drew a pair of queens, but the stranger he drew aces
    And he kept on raising and pushin his luck, kept on winning like a run away truck
    He was giving them a beating

    And the stakes got higher than a Chinese kite, the stranger kept getting hot
    Till every cent everybody had was lying out in that pot
    Then the stranger threw down a royal flush,�
    Somebody said "Hey Man, that's enough friend I think you've been cheatin"

    And then the stranger picked the money up and said "Boys I better run"
    And then the bot-bellyed fella pulled a razor out and somebody pulled a gun
    They said "You may think you're a sly old fox,�
    you're gonna leave here in a long pine box
    if you don't leave that money alone"

    Just about then the lights went out, and they all started fussin
    And the lights came on, the stranger was gone, they all started cussin
    And they searched that train from front to rear
    The stranger he done disappeared, and all their money was gone

    When the train pulled in the station, with the whistle blowin loud
    A telegram was waitin, from the stranger for the crowd
    Said "Thank you for the money boys, but don't feel too outdone
    Cause It takes a dog to know a dog
    I'm a howlin son of a gun."

    Midnight Train, roll on
    Midnight Train, roll on

    Well clear them tracks and keep that whistle blowin
    Take this stranger on to Santa Fe
    It seems like romance and danger
    Follow this here tall dark stranger all along the way​

  • 21

    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​

  • 22

    (What This World Needs Is) A Few More Rednecks

    What this world needs is a few more rednecks
    Some people ain't afraid to take a stand
    What this world needs is a little more respect
    For the Lord and the law and the workin' man
    We could use a little peace and satisfaction
    Some good people up front to take the lead
    A little less talk and a little more action
    And a few more rednecks is what we need

    I was raised on beans and cornbread
    And I like my chicken fried
    Yes, I drive a pickup truck
    And I'm full of American pride
    I keep a Bible on my table
    I got a flag out on my lawn
    And I don't believe in mindin'
    No one's business but my own

    And I love them Rambo movies
    I think they make a lot of sense
    And it's a shame ole John Wayne
    Didn't live to run for president

    And I don't care what nobody says
    I don't trust ole Gorbachev
    And I don't know who turned him on
    But it's time to turn him off

    What this world needs is a few more rednecks
    Some people ain't afraid to take a stand
    What this world needs is a little more respect
    For the Lord and the law and the workin' man
    We could use a little peace and satisfaction
    Some good people up front to take the lead
    A little less talk and a little more action
    And a few more rednecks is what we need

    Now they're tryin' to take my guns away
    And that would be just fine
    If you take ‘em away from the criminals first
    I'll gladly give ya mine
    And I don't mind payin' taxes
    But it makes my temper itch
    When my hard earned money goes
    To make some politician rich

    What most people call a redneck
    Ain't nothin' but a workin' man
    And he makes his livin'
    By the sweat of his brow
    And the calluses on his hands
    Now you intellectuals may not like it
    But there ain't nothin' that you can do
    Cause there's a whole lot more of us common-folks
    Then there ever will be of you

    What this world needs is a few more rednecks
    Some people ain't afraid to take a stand
    What this world needs is a little more respect
    For the Lord and the law and the workin' man
    We could use a little peace and satisfaction
    Some good people up front to take the lead
    A little less talk and a little more action
    And a few more rednecks is what we need

    That's what we need
    And a few more rednecks is what we need

  • 23

    Renegade

    Well, I went down to Nashville in 1973
    And they won't nobody in Music City
    Wanted anything to do with me

    They said,�?Boy you sure dress funny
    And you just don't fit our crowd
    And your music's weird, your hair's too long
    And you play that guitar way too loud?

    I said, "Yeah, I know, I'm different
    I know, I'm not the same
    And you may drive a big Cadillac car
    But I ain't gonna play your game?

    And you can put me down in this guitar town
    And I ain't gonna be afraid
    'Cause I'm a proud walkin', slow talkin'
    Hard headed, high steppin' genuine renegade

    Well, I ain't afraid to tell you what's on my mind
    I just ain't the bashful type
    I go all the way for the U.S.A.
    'Cause I love them stars and stripes

    I ain't never been scared of nothin'
    And I'm a renegade to the bone
    So if you're looking for trouble better bring you some help
    I'm a little bit more than you can handle alone

    I'm mighty proud of Dixie
    I'm just full of Southern pride
    I'm a catfish connoisseur
    And I know, I'm countryfied

    I get an ornery streak sometimes when I speak
    But I guess, it's just the price I paid
    'Cause I'm a hard drivin' survivin'
    Four wheelin', straight dealin' genuine renegade

    And you can put me down in this guitar town
    I ain't gonna be afraid
    'Cause I'm a proud walkin', slow talkin'
    Hard headed, high steppin' genuine renegade

  • 24

    Talk to Me Fiddle

    Well if this old fiddle could talk
    If this old fiddle could sing
    Man if this old fiddle could only talk
    It could tell you some wondrous things
    Talk to me fiddle

    Tell me about when you came across the sea
    In the hands of a Jewish immigrant who was longing to be free
    And you were part of his life for forty years
    Through times both lean and fat
    As he raised his family and lived out his days
    In a New York tenement flat
    Talk to me fiddle

    Tell me about how that Cajun fiddlin' man
    Found you in a pawn shop and took you back down
    To the Louisiana bayou land
    You knew his wife and you knew his kids
    And you watched his family grow
    And you played your heart out Cajun style
    At a Louisiana Fais Do Do
    Well talk to me fiddle

    Then a big shot Yankee gambler found you down in New Orleans
    And took you up the river on the Mississippi Queen
    Then there came the day that you were all
    That he had left to lose
    then a black man won you in a poker game
    And taught you how to play the blues
    Cry for me fiddle

    The a young man from the mountains of Kentucky came along
    And he bought you for a dollar
    And took you all the way back home
    He gave you to his grandpa on his golden wedding day
    And the people would come from miles around just to hear the old man play
    Dance for me fiddle

    Then a hobo from Biloxi found you lying in the rain
    And he got himself a free ride on a west-bound cattle train
    And you got off in Texas
    Where they play that western swing
    Where the people do the two-step
    And old Bob Wills was the king
    Swing for me fiddle

    If this old fiddle could talk
    If this old fiddle could sing
    Man if this old fiddle could only talk
    It could tell you some wondrous things
    You've been bouncing around America from sea to shining sea
    Now your traveling days are over fiddle 'cause you belong to me​

  • 25

    Layla

    What will you do when you get lonely
    With nobody waitin by your side?
    You've been running and hiding much to long
    You know it's just your foolish pride

    Layla, you got me on my knees
    Layla, I'm begging darling please
    Layla, darling won't you ease my worried mind
    Layla, you got me on my knees
    Layla, I'm begging darling please

    Layla, you got me on my knees
    Layla, I'm begging darling please
    Layla, darling won't you ease my worried mind
    Layla, you got me on my knees
    Layla, I'm begging darling please

    Layla, you got me on my knees
    Layla, I'm begging darling please
    Layla, darling won't you ease my worried mind
    Layla, you got me on my knees
    Layla, I'm begging darling please

    Let's make the best of the situation
    Before I finally go insane.
    Please don't say we'll never find a way
    And tell me all --- my love's in vain

    Layla, you got me on my knees
    Layla, I'm begging darling please
    Layla, darling won't you ease my worried mind
    Layla, you got me on my knees
    Layla, I'm begging darling please

    Layla, you got me on my knees
    Layla, I'm begging darling please
    Layla, darling won't you ease my worried mind
    Layla, you got me on my knees
    Layla, I'm begging darling please​

  • 26

    Drinkin' My Baby Goodbye

    Sittin' on a bar stool actin' like a durn fool
    That's what I'm a doin' today
    Sitting' her drinkin' tryin' to keep from thinkin'
    I'm a boozin' my troubles away
    Well now I couldn't make her stay, well doggone her anyway
    She can't say that I didn't try
    So pour me another one
    Im finished with the other one
    I'm drinkin' my baby goodbye

    Spoken:
    Everytime we disagreed
    She was always askin' me
    Are you a man or a mouse
    Now that she's gone
    She probably thinks I'm home
    Just a mopin' around the house
    She probably thinks that she's the one thing
    I just couldn't get along without
    Well wouldn't it surprise her I got a sympathizer
    As long as these bottles hold out

    Repeat Chorus

    Every time I triy�to sit down and talk to her
    It always ends up in a fuss
    I tried to reason with her right up to the time
    She got on that Greyhound bus
    It'd be better if I could forget her
    'Cause she sure forgot about me
    And if takes all night I'm gonna' do it right
    I'm gonna' sit here till I can't see

    Repeat Chorus

  • 27

    Honky Tonk Avenue

    Oh the wino on the sidewalk is lookin' old and tired and sick
    While the hooker in the doorway
    Leaves to turn another trick
    And the jukebox in the caberet
    Is blarin' out the blues
    But the blues is just a way of life
    On honky-tonk Avenue

    Where the swingers and the hustlers
    And the evening people dwell
    Where the neon shines toward heaven
    While it lights the way to hell

    Time to survive and time to stay alive�
    S'about all a man can do
    You can make it anywhere
    If you can make it out there
    On Honky-tonk Avenue

    Where all birds of a feather
    Were out here on the street in all kinds of weather
    Were all in this thing together
    Were just trying to make a living
    Just trying to get by

    It's a one-way street to nowhere
    Where nothing's as it seems
    It's a multi-car junkyard
    Full of a thousand broken dreams
    And it's the end of the line
    Where the sun don't shine
    And there's nothing left to lose
    Well it sure ain't a lot but it's all that we've got
    On Honky-tonk Avenue

    Where all birds of a feather
    Were out here on the street in all kinds of weather
    Were all in this thing together
    Were just trying to make a living
    Just trying to get by
    Were just trying to make a living
    Just trying to get by

    The wino on the sidewalk is lookin' old and tired and sick
  • 28

    Play Me Some Fiddle

    We were down on our luck in Houston
    We were broke and we were needin' a job
    We got a gig in this joint on the wrong side of town
    And it was just about as rough as a cob
    One night the door flew open and this dude walked in
    He was as big as a mountain and as ugly as sin
    It got quiet as a graveyard when he walked in
    He looked like trouble with a capital T

    He cleared off a whole row of barstools
    Just to have him a place to sit
    The bartender turned about three shades of purple
    And the bouncer just up and quit
    He come prowling cross the floor like a lion in a cage
    Romping and stomping and shaking with rage
    Well I thought I was gonna die when he walked up to the stage
    He said there's something that I want you to do

    He said play me some fiddle cause I love them fiddle songs
    Play me some fiddle everybody can sing along
    Well I'm mean and I'm ornery and I'm ready to fight
    And if you want to get out of here alive tonight
    You'd better play me some fiddle cause that fiddle music turns me on

    Well I grabed up my fiddle and started sawing like never before
    While he picked up a man with a drink in his hand
    And threw him through a plate glass door
    And then he grabbed up this dude and swung him round by the hair
    He ripped up the tables and tore up the chairs
    It took fifteen cops to get that fool out of there
    And I heard him as they went through the door

    Play me some fiddle cause I love that fiddle sound
    Play me some fiddle play some fiddle and we'll all get down
    I know I'm in trouble been a bad boy today
    But just one more time before they take me away
    Won't you play me some fiddle cause that fiddle music turns me on

    Play me some fiddle cause I love that fiddle sound
    Play me some fiddle play some fiddle and we'll all get down
    He said play me some fiddle cause I love them fiddle songs
    Play me some fiddle cause that fiddle music turns me on

  • 29

    Funky Junky

    You can mess around if you want to
    But there�s some thing a man don�t wanna do
    And if you see him comin� walkin� down the street
    You better jump back outta his way
    Everyone knows the streets get empty
    Every time he comes to town
    'Cause he�s got somethin� in his left hip pocket
    Make a bulldog hug a hound

    Funky junky
    Funky junky

    Lives on Misery Boulevard
    About a half o� mile south of the graveyard
    In a rundown leaky roof, funky old dirty floor
    One room pine log shack
    Lives on�muskrat barbeque
    And he slieeps�on a�railroad track
    He�gotta tiger in his living room
    He gotta monkey on his back

    Funky�junky
    Funky�junky

  • 30

    Boogie Woogie Fiddle Country Blues

    Every time I hear a fiddle and it's cookin' just a little
    Well it makes me want to jump up and run
    And if he's sawing with some soul boogie woogie rock n' roll
    Well I know I'm gonna have some fun
    And when the resin starts to fly and I'm looking in the eye
    Like I'm just about to blow a fuse
    Mama call the doctor 'cause your boy has got�

    The rocking Boogie Woogie Fiddle Country Blues

    I met a man from Tenessee this is what he said to me
    He said music is a rhapsody
    He picked up his violin stuck it underneath his chin
    And started playing me a symphony
    I said that ain't the way it's done let me see that fiddle son
    And I sawed him off a chorus or two
    He said you'd better call the doctor 'cause I think I've got

    The rocking Boogie Woogie Fiddle Country Blues

    Now if you want to play me some fiddle
    I'll tell you right from the start
    You'd better play me something lowdown hoedown honking
    I don't want to hear no funeral march
    It's got to pick me up and roll me over
    It's got to make me want to jump up and sing
    If it ain't buzzing like a beehive, kick it into overdrive
    Or it don't mean a doggone thing
    So let me resin up my bow and I think I can show you
    The way I like to play this thing
    Let's put some boogie rhythm in it kick it on up to the limit
    I'm gonna put some fire on these strings
    And if you feel your feet start moving to the beat
    And you feel like you've got ants in your shoes
    Well you'd better call the doctor 'cause you've probably got

    The rocking Boogie Woogie Fiddle Country Blues​