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Whiskey bottles, and brand new cars
Oak tree you're in my way There's too much coke and too much smoke Look what's going on inside you Ooooh that smell Can't you smell that smell Ooooh that smell The smell of death surrounds you Angel of darkness is upon you Stuck a needle in your arm So take another toke, have a blow for your nose One more drink fool, will drown you Ooooh that smell Can't you smell that smell Ooooh that smell The smell of death surrounds you Now they call you Prince Charming Can't speak a word when you're full of 'ludes Say you'll be all right come tomorrow But tomorrow might not be here for you Ooooh that smell Can't you smell that smell Ooooh that smell The smell of death surrounds you Hey, you're a fool you Stick them needles in your arm I know I been there before One little problem that confronts you Got a monkey on your back Just one more fix, Lord might do the trick One hell of a price for you to get your kicks Ooooh that smell Can't you smell that smell Ooooh that smell The smell of death surrounds you Ooooh that smell Can't you smell that smell Ooooh that smell The smell of death surrounds you |
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Seven years of hard luck, comin' down on me From the Florida border, yea up to Nashville Tennessee I worked in every joint you can name, mister every honkytonk Along come Mr Yankee Slicker, sayin' maybe you're what I want (Chorus) Want you to sign your contract Want you to sign today Gonna give you lots of money Workin' For MCA 9000 dollars, that's all we could win But we smiled at the Yankee Slicker with a big ol' Southern grin They're gonna take me out to California gonna make me a superstar Just pay me all of my money and mister maybe you won't get a scar (Chorus) Suckers took my money since I was seventeen If it ain't no pencil pusher, it got to be a honkytonk queen But I'll sign my contract baby, and I wan't you people to know That every penny that I make, I'm gonna see where my money goes (Chorus) |
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Call me the breeze I keep blowin' down the road Well now they call me the breeze I keep blowin' down the road I ain't got me nobody I don't carry me no load Ain't no change in the weather Ain't no changes in me Well there ain't no change in the weather Ain't no changes in me And I ain't hidin' from nobody Nobody's hidin' from me Oh, that's the way its supposed to be Well I got that green light baby I got to keep movin' on Well I got that green light baby I got to keep movin' on Well I might go out to California Might go down to Georgia I don't know Well I dig you Georgia peaches Makes me feel right at home Well now I dig you Georgia peaches Makes me feel right at home But I don't love me no one woman So I can't stay in Georgia long Well now they call me the breeze I keep blowin' down the road Well now they call me the breeze I keep blowin' down the road I ain't got me nobody I don't carry me no load Oooh Mr Breeze |
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I've got my pistols in my pockets boys, I'm Alabama bound. I've got my pistols in my pockets boys, I'm I'm Alabama bound. Well, I'm not looking for no trouble But nobody dogs me 'round. Now well, I'm going to fetch my woman, people Tri-cities here I come. Oh, well, I'm going to fetch my woman, people Tri-cities here I come 'Cause she was raised up on that cornbread And I know she's gonna give me some. Gimme some, babe... Oh when the kid hits Alabama, people Don't you try to dog him 'round. Ah, when the kid hits Alabama, people Don't you try to dog him 'round. 'Cause if you people cause me trouble, Lord, I've got to put you in the ground. Well, I was born in Mississippi Babe, don't take any stuff from you Ohah, I was born in Mississippi And I don't take any stuff from you And if I hit you on your head Boy, its got to make it black and blue. Now, when I go to Alabama With my pistols out about by my side ´Cause, I ride to Alabama With my pistols out about by my side 'Cause down in Alabama You can run, but you sure can't hide |
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Well, its 8 o'clock in Boise, Idaho I'll find my limo driver Mister, take us to the show I done made some plans for later on tonight I'll find a little queen And I know I can treat her right. (Chorus) What's your name, little girl? What's your name? Shootin' you straight, little girl? Won't you do the same?. Back at the hotel Lord we got such a mess It seems that one of the crew Had a go with one of the guests, oh yes Well, the police said we can't drink in the bar What a shame Won't you come upstairs girl And have a drink of champagne What's your name, little girl? What's your name? Shootin' you straight, little girl? For there ain't no shame. (Chorus) (Chorus) 9 o'clock the next day And I'm ready to go I got six hundred miles to ride To do one more show, oh no Can I get you a taxi home It sure was grand When I come back here next year I wanna see you again What was your name, little girl? What's your name? Shootin' you straight, little girl? Well there ain't no shame What was your name, little girl? What's your name? Shootin' you straight, little girl? Won't you do the same? |
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MAMA TOLD ME WHEN I WAS YOUNG "COME SIT BESIDE ME, MY ONLY SON AND LISTEN CLOSELY TO WHAT I SAY AND IF YOU DO THIS, IT WILL HELP YOU SOME SUNNY DAY TAKE YOUR TIME... DON'T LIVE TOO FAST TROUBLES WILL COME AND THEY WILL PASS GO FIND A WOMAN AND YOU'LL FIND LOVE AND DON'T FORGET, SON THERE IS SOMEONE UP ABOVE." "AND BE A SIMPLE KIND OF MAN BE SOMETHING YOU LOVE AND UNDERSTAND BABY, BE A SIMPLE KIN OF MAN WON'T YOU DO THIS FOR ME, SON IF YOU CAN?" "FORGET YOUR LUST FOR THE RICH MAN'S GOLD ALL THAT YOU NEED IS IN YOUR SOUL AND YOU CAN DO THIS IF YOU TRY AND THAT I WANT FOR YOU MY SON IS TO BE SATISFIED" "BOY, DON'T YOU WORRY...YOU'LL FIND YOURSELF FOLLOW YOUR HEART AND NOTHING ELSE AND YOU CAN DO THIS IF YOU TRY ALL THAT I WANT FOR YOU, MY SON IS TO BE SATISFIED." |
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Have you ever lived down in the ghetto? Have you ever felt the cold wind blow? If you don't know what I mean, Won't you stand up and scream? 'Cause there's things goin' on that you don't know. Too many lives they've spent across the ocean. Too much money been spent upon the moon. Well, until they make it right I hope they never sleep at night They better make some changes And do it soon. They're goin ruin the air we breathe Lord have mercy. They're gonna ruin us all, by and by. I'm telling you all beware I don't think they really care I think they just sit up there And just get high. |
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Ain't no need to worry
Ain't no use to cry 'Cause I'll be comin' home soon To keep you satisfied You know I get so lonely That I feel I can't go on And it feels so good inside, baby Just to call you on the telephone I said... Oh baby, I love you What more can I say Oh baby, I need you I miss you more everyday I woke up early this morning And sun came shining down And it found me wishin' and hopin' Mama, you could be around Well ,you know that I need you More than the air that I breathe And I guess I'm just trying to tell you woman Oh, what you mean to me I try to tell you I love you In each and every way I'm trying to tell you I need you Much more than a piece of leg Oh baby, I love you What more can I say Oh baby I need your sweet lovin I miss you more every day |
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Going down to the swamp
Gonna watch me a hound dog catch a 'coon Well, I'm going down to the swamp Gonna watch me a hound dog catch a 'coon You know the hounddog make-a music On a summer night under a full moon Lord, fetch my cane pole mama Gonna catch a bream or maybe two Lord, fetch my cane pole mama Gonna catch a bream or maybe two And when the hound dog start barkin' Sounds like ol' Son House singin' the blues (chorus) Hound dog sing that Swamp, swamp, swamp, swamp music Swamp, swamp, swamp, swamp music When the hound dog starts singin' I ain't got them big ol' city blues Well, hey pretty mama Lord, just take that city hike Said go ahead pretty mama Lord, just take your city hike Well, I'd rather live with the hound dogs For the rest of my natural born life (chorus) Singing that Swamp, swamp, swamp, swamp music Swamp, swamp, swamp, swamp music Well, I'd rather live with the hounddogs For the rest of my natural born life Well, I'd wanna live with the hound dogs For the rest of my natural born life |
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Big wheels keep on turning,
Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the southland. I miss ole bamy once again and I think it's a sin. Well, I heard Mister Young sing about her. Well, I heard ole Neil put her down. Well, I hope Neil Young will remember A southern man don't need him around anyhow. * Sweet home Alabama where the skies are so blue. Sweet home Alabama, Lord, I'm coming home to you. In Birmingham they love the Gov'nor. Now we all did what we could do. Now Watergate does not bother me. Does your conscience bother you, tell the truth. Repeat * (Solo) Now Muscle Shoals has got the Swampers And they ve been known to pick a song or two. Lord, they get me off so much, They pick me up when I'm feeling blue, now how about you. Repeat *(twice) |
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