Music

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Rock This Joint

Some people call it rock, some people call it roll
Some people call it boogie, some people call it soul.
You can call it what you want, but it don't mean a thing
When the drummer starts a-cooking and the band begins to swing.

[CHORUS:]
We're gonna rock this joint
We're gonna rock this joint tonight
We're gonna burn up the floor and then we'll do it some more
We're gonna rock this joint tonight
We're gonna rock this joint
We're gonna push it till it's clean out of sight
Me and the boys are gonna make a little noise
We're gonna rock this joint tonight

We're gonna turn up the music and turn down the lights
Like we do it down in Dixie on a Saturday night
Open up the windows and turn up the heat
With a boggie woogie rockin' rollin' country kinda beat

[CHORUS:]
We're gonna rock this joint
We're gonna rock this joint tonight
We're gonna burn up the floor and then we'll do it some more
We're gonna rock this joint tonight
We're gonna rock this joint
We're gonna push it till it's clean out of sight
Me and the boys are gonna make a little noise
We're gonna rock this joint tonight

[BRIDGE:]
We're gonna rock it to the limit gonna roll it right up to the wall
We're gonna get up, get down and have ourselves a natural ball, ya'll

[INSTRUMENTAL]

[BRIDGE:]
We're gonna rock it to the limit gonna roll it right up to the wall
We're gonna get up, get down and have ourselves a natural ball, ya'll

So let's get jiggy with it that's all right
Grab somebody and hold on tight
Fasten your seat belt we're going for a ride
And if you ain't set to boogie then you'd better run and hide

[CHORUS:]
We're gonna rock this joint
We're gonna rock this joint tonight
We're gonna burn up the floor and then we'll do it some more
We're gonna rock this joint tonight
We're gonna rock this joint
We're gonna push it till it's clean out of sight
Me and the boys are gonna make a little noise
We're gonna rock this joint tonight

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Waco (Feat. Garth Brooks)

Won't somebody somewhere come up here and take me to Waco 'Cause I've got the blues These big city sidewalks just don't suit my shoes

Won't somebody somewhere come up here and take me to Waco

'Cause I've got the blues

These big city sidewalks just don't suit my shoes

Won't somebody somewhere come up here and take me to Waco

I'm tired of being alone

I just ain't that tough, I think I've had enough

I just want to go home

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The music and the bright lights and the women and the wine

Took all my money burned a hole in my mind

Now the party is over and the good times are through

The last bell is ringing

The fat lady's singing

And the moon just turned blue

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I'd jump on a Greyhound, but I ain't got no money at all

I'd hop me a freight train but I'm afraid I might fall

I'd flag down a semi, put my thumb in the air

Just give me a ride to the East Texas line

I can walk home from there

Won't somebody somewhere come up here and take me to Waco I'm tired of being alone I just ain't that tough, I think I've had enough I just want to go home The music and the bright lights and the women and the wine Took all my money burned a hole in my mind Now the party is over and the good times are through The last bell is ringing The fat lady's singing And the moon just turned blue I'd jump on a Greyhound, but I ain't got no money at all I'd hop me a freight train but I'm afraid I might fall I'd flag down a semi, put my thumb in the air Just give me a ride to the East Texas line I can walk home from there

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Little Joe and Big Bill

They got a dance floor the size of Texas
They got a band seven nights a week
And if you don't show up before the sun goes down
You ain't gonna find a seat
They got some grown up Texas ladies
That's made their papas proud
They like their music country
And they like their country loud
Well, every Saturday night before they turn down the lights
And the band stars pickin' hot
They start dancin' on the tables
Dancin' on the ceilin', dancin' in the parking lot
You start feelin' it flow from your head to your toe
And you sure are glad you come
Down to Little Joe and Big Bill's
Dance Hall and Sugar Hill Barbeque

When it comes to southern cookin'
They know what it's all about
They got some bar-b-q ribs and red beans and rice
Make your tongue snap your eyeballs out
And you don't wanna 'cause no trouble
Buddy 'less you're willin' to die
'Cause Big Bill will stomp a mud hole in you
And Little Joe will walk you dry
Well, there's a cowboy's dream in tight blue jeans
Swingin' through the swingin' doors
And there's a long tall cutie scootin' booty
Out there on the floor
Well I guess it's time to get in line
'Cause the house is startin' to hum
Down at Little Joe and Big Bill's
Dance hall and Sugar Hill Barbeque Emporium

Well every Saturday night when they turn up the lights
When it's just about time to close
The fiddlin' man takes the bow in his hand
And start rockin' San Antonio Rose
When you're walkin' out
There ain't no doubt that you sure had a whole lot of fun
Down at Little Joe and Big Bill's
Dance hall and Sugar Hill Barbeque Emporium
Down to Little Joe and Big Bill's
Dance Hall and Sugar Hill Barbeque Emporium

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The Last Fallen Hero

Oh, the cowards came by morning and attacked without a warning
Leaving flames and death and chaos in our streets.
And 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

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Southern Boy (Feat. Travis Tritt)

Well it's easy for a country boy to be misunderstood
When the honky tonks are jumping and the girls are looking good
Yeah, I get excited and some people think I'm rude
It's the way my daddy raised me it's my rebel attitude

I'm a southern boy
Southern born and bred
I've got Sweet Home Alabama buzzing all around in my head
I'm right at home in Georgia or down in Caroline
Yeah I'd be happy anywhere below that Mason-Dixon line

A working and a sweating 'til I hear that whistle blow
Country rock a cooking on my pick-up radio
I rush home for a shower and put on my dancing shoes
I get the Friday fever and the Sunday morning blues

I'm a southern boy
I like a rowdy crowd
Put Bocephus on the jukebox and turn that sucker way up loud
Don't need a reservation
We're just a-having fun
Yeah it's party time in Dixie
Ya'll just come on down and get ya some

From Rockingham to Birmingham
Mobile to New Orleans
Jacksonville to Copper Hill
Pike to Bowling Green
Layfayette to Somerset
Boone to Rocky Mount
If you don't live in Dixie then
You're only camping out

I'm a southern boy
I say my sirs and ma'ams
I'm kinda rough around the edges but I'm mighty proud of who I am
Roll on Mississippi rock on Tennessee
If it was good enough for Elvis you know it's good enough for me

I said, if it was good enough for Elvis you know it's good enough for me
Well if the King was crazy 'bout it then you know it's good enough for me

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High Speed Heroes

He never had much but he saved enough
To buy a souped up Chevrolet
For years he drove them little dirt tracks
Tryin' to make himself a name
Until one night down in Gainesville
When he finally found some fame
It took all he had but he took the flag
And a drive down victory lane

From Talladega, Alabama
He's the new man on the track
Lined up next to Sterling Marlin
Dale Jarrett's two cars back
And it's gentlemen start your engines
And the pace car pulls away
He may not out run his heroes
But he'll prove he's here to stay

[CHORUS:]
Legends of the asphalt
Men with nerves of steel
They'll give up everything they own
Just to stay behind the wheel
From a Thunderbird to a Chevrolet
Who wins nobody knows
They're runnin' hard for the checkered flag
They're high speed heroes

It's a pedal to the metal
Rev up and change the gears
And the sound of Sunday thunder
Is sweet music to his ears
There's a pileup on the back stretch
And the crowd begins to roar
And his mind goes back to other days
And the ones who came before
There's Richard, Dale, and Herbie,
Davey, Lee, and Cale
And in the second turn's the very place
Where old fireball hit the rail
Dale Earnhardt took the long ride
He didn't go alone
He just drove off into glory
And the angels took him home

[REPEAT CHORUS 2x]

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Fais Do Do

Laissez�le bon temps rouler! (Let the good times roll!)

Hey baby won't you stop what you're doin'
Go on home put your red dress on
Tell you mama I said not to worry
I'll have you home before the break of dawn
Sonnier's got his squeeze box pumping
Thibadeaux's got his fiddle out
Meet me over by the side of the river
There's big doins down at Boudreaux's house

Take my bateaux down to the bayou
Pole on over to the fais do do
Don't be late
Don't keep me waitin'
Everybody's gonna go

I wanna be there when the band starts playin'
Zydeco music makes me wanna dance
Sun's goin' down and a full moon's shinin'
Mighty fine night for the big romance
I've got a question, I just might pop it
I know something that you don't know
I got a ring of gold in my pocket
Tonight's the night and you can't say no

Take my bateaux down to the bayou
Pole on over to the fais do do
Don't be late
Don't keep me waitin'
Everybody's gonna go

Take my bateaux down to the bayou
Pole on over to the fais do do
Don't be late
Don't keep me waitin'
Everybody's gonna go

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Muddy Mississippi

I was born in Memphis on the wrong side of town
Way back up in the projects
We didn't have much but there was music all around
That was something we could respect
Memphis got the rythm, Memphis got the soul
And you know that's a good sign
It's the home of Elvis, he's the king of rock & roll
And everybody had a good time

Willie's on the corner with his dancing shoes
Perry's in the alley cooking barbeque
BB's down on Beale Street and he's singing the blues

Everybody is alright
Ain't nobody uptight
Dancing in the moonlight
Muddy Mississippi roll on

Old man river keeps on playing his song
It'll get your fingers snapping
The first thing you know you're kinda grooving along
And your feet will start to tapping

Have you ever been to Memphis on a Saturday night
When everything is cooking
The whole town's rocking, the music is hot and the girls are all good looking?

The mighty Mississippi is muddy and wide
But there's people driving over from the Arkansas side
Get on out amongst us and we'll go for a ride

Hanging on the sidewalk
Talking all that jive talk
Nothing but a nighthawk
Muddy Mississippi roll o

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Redneck Fiddlin' Man

Well, down in Mississippi, there's a little bitty town
And there ain't much happens 'til the sun goes down
Then all the people come from miles around
To hear a little four-piece band
There's a dog house bass and a kid on the drums
And a guitar picker just as hot as they come
Up steps a man with a bow on his thumb and a fiddle in his hand
He tunes up the fiddle and he resins up the bow
And he plays an old tune called "Cotton Eyed Joe"
And they dance all night on a hard wood floor to the redneck fiddlin' man

[CHORUS:]
Good times go by easy
Good times fly away

One night some boys from town came by
With a bellyfull of liquor and the devil in their eye
And they said, "Old man, you're way outta style
You don't play Rock N' Roll"
Well, he picked up his fiddle with style and ease
And he played a little rock just as pretty as you please
Then he bent down, turned around, knocked them to their knees
When he played a little mountain soul
Then, he tightened up his bow and he made another pass
And he played "Sally Good'N" kinda' rowdy and fast
Then he played a little blues and he played a little jazz
Just to show them he could do it all

[CHORUS:]
Good times go by easy
Good times fly away

Well, he tuned up the fiddle and he resined up the bow
And he played an old song called "Cotton Eyed Joe"
And they danced all night on a hard wood floor to the redneck fiddlin' man

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Crosstown Traffic

Instrumental

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My Baby Plays Me Just Like a Fiddle

My baby plays me just like a fiddle
She knows I love her a lot, not a little
I'm just a stick that she likes to whittle
I got a heart and she's in the middle of it
I got the hoe cakes she's got the griddle
My baby plays me just like a fiddle

I come home at night
She wants to go dancin'
I'm so doggone tired
I just don't feel like romancin'
Then she walks into the room
With those blue jeans painted on
Then I change my tune
It's always the same old song

My baby plays me just like a fiddle
She knows I love her a lot, not a little
I'm just a stick that she likes to whittle
I got a heart and she's in the middle of it
I got the hoe cakes she's got the griddle
My baby plays me just like a fiddle

My buddies call to ask
If I want to go fishin'
For some large mouth bass
Then she says she's been wishin'
We could stay at home
Then she gives me that look
She's got that red dress on
And she's got me on the hook

My baby plays me just like a fiddle
She knows I love her a lot, not a little
I'm just a stick that she likes to whittle
I got a heart and she's in the middle of it
I got the hoe cakes she's got the griddle
My baby plays me just like a fiddle

She's goes to the stereo
Takes off my Lynyrd Skynyrd
She puts on Julio
And the light starts gettin' dimmer
She says I love you
Puts them arms around my neck
I smell French perfume
And I know what's coming next

My baby plays me just like a fiddle
She knows I love her a lot, not a little
I'm just a stick that she likes to whittle
I got a heart and she's in the middle of it
I got the hoe cakes she's got the griddle
My baby plays me just like a fiddle

My baby plays me just like a fiddle

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