Music

Uneasy Rider (1976)

  • 1

    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

  • 2

    Big Man

    Lyrics are not available
  • 3

    Why Can't People

    Lyrics are not available
  • 4

    Revelations

    Lyrics are not available
  • 5

    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

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    Midnight Lady

    Lyrics are not available
  • 7

    Somebody Loves You

    Lyrics are not available
  • 8

    No Place 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 
    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.