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The Devil went down to Georgia, he was looking 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 sawing on a fiddle and playing it hot.
And the Devil jumped up on a hickory stump and said,
"Boy let me tell you what:
I guess you didn't know it, but I am 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 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, you're gonna regret,
'cause I'm the best there's ever been."
Johnny, you 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'll 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.
Then a band of demons joined in, and it sounded something like this.
When the Devil finished, Johnny said, "Well you're pretty good old 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 in the breadpan 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 want to try again,
I done told you once, you son of a bitch, I'm the best there's ever been."
He played...
Fire on the Mountain, run, boys, run.
The Devil's in the house of the rising sun.
Chicken in the breadpan picking out dough,
Granny will your dog bite, "No, child, no."

People say I?m no good
And crazy as a loon
?Cause I get stoned in the morning -
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?br />?f 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 T.V.
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
?d like to do a little walkin?too.
But I ain?t askin?nobody for nothin?br />?f I can?t get it on my own.
?f 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 the vote.
I don?t want much of nothing at all,
But I will take another toke.
But I ain?t askin?nobody for nothin?br />?f I can?t get it on my own.
?f you don?t like the way I?m livin?
You just leave this long-haired country boy alone.

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 Candaa
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
Cuz 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
I pray 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
'Cuz 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

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 you like and shove 'em on up the line
People in Texas don't care if the sun don't shine

* Sitting on a bar stool
Acting like a dern fool
That's what I'm a doin' today
I'm sittin' here drinkin'
Tryin' to keep a thinking I'm crusin' my troubles away
Well now I couldn't make her stay
Well dog gone her anyway
She can't say that I didn't try-hi-hi
Poor me another one I'm finished with the other one
I'm drinkin' my baby goodbye

Everytime we disagree she was always asking me
Are you a man or a mouse?
Now that she's gone she probably thinks that I'm home just a moping around the house
She probably thinks that she's the one thing I just couldn't get along without
Well wouldn't this surprise her
I gotta sympathise her as long as these bottles hold out

Well I'm a [Repeat *]

Everytime I tried to sit down and talk with her it always ended up in a fuss
I tried to reason with her right up till the time that she got on that Grayhound bus
It'ad be better if I just forget if 'cause she sure forgot about me
And if it takes all night I'm gonna do it right
I'm gonna sit here till I can't see

Well I'm a [Repeat *]

Well I'm a [Repeat *]

I said to pour me another one I'm finished with the other one.
I'm drinking my baby goodbye
I said to pour me another one I'm finished with the other one.
I'm drinking my baby goodbye

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Written By CHARLIE DANIELS
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Well the eagle's been flyin' slow
And the flag's been flyin' low
And a lotta people sayin' that America's
fixin' to fall
Well speakin' just for me
And some people from Tennessee
We've got a thing or two to tell you all
This lady may have stumbled
But she aint never failed
And if the Russians don't believe that
They can all go straight to hell
We're gonna put her feet back
On the path of righteousness and then
God bless America again
And you never did think
That it ever would happen again
( In America, did you )
You never did think
That we'd ever get together again
( We damn sure could )
Yeah, we're walkng real proud
And we're talkin' real loud again
( In America )
You never did think
That it ever would happen again
From The Sound up in Long Island
Out to San Francisco Bay
And everthing that's in between them
Is our own
And we may have done a little bit
Of fightin' amongst ourselves
But you outside people best leave us
alone
'Cause we'll all stick together
And you can take that to the bank
That's the cowboys and the hippies
And the rebels and and the yanks
You just go and lay your hand
On a Pittsburgh Steelers' fan
And I think you're gonna finally
understand

TWICE

I ain't nothin' but a simple man
They call me a redneck a 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
Well, 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 gage 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

You 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

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
Well, 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

Watch where you go and remember where you been
That's the way I see it I'm a simple man

If you ever go back into Wooly Swamp son you better not go at night
There's things out there in the middle of them woods
That'd 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 Lucias Clay gets up and it walks around.:
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 the gurgling 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 Lucias Clay was a greedy old man
And that's all there ever was to it.
The Crayton boys were white trash they lived over on Parvis Creek
They were a real snake and sneaky as a cat
And belligerent when they'd speak.
One night the oldest brother said ya'll meet in the Wooly Swamp later
We'll get old Lucias' money and we'll pitch 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
Till 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 nowheres when they realized
They were running in quicksand.
And they struggled and screamed but they couldn't get away
Then just before they were gone
They could hear that old man laughing
In a voice that was loud and strong.
Now that's been fifty years ago an' if you go back by there again
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
And you're down by the dark footpath
You can hear three yound men screaming
And you can hear that old man laugh.
(V-1)...
From: "Nancy Wood"

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 rosin starts to fly and I'm lookin' 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 Tennessee, 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 rosin up my bow and I think that 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 pobably got

The rocking Boogie Woogie Fiddle Country Blues

I was takin' a trip out to LA
toolin' along in my Chevrolet
tokin' on a number and diggin' on the radio
jes' as I cross the Mississippi line I heard that highway start 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 fillin' station in sight
so I jes' limped 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
a kind of a redneck lookin' joint called the Dew Drop Inn
well 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 'cept for him an' me
and he jest looked disgusted an' pointed toward the telephone
I called up the station down the road a ways
and he said he wasn't very busy t'day
and he could have somebody there in jest 'bout ten minutes or so
he said now you jes' stay right where yer at
and I didn't bother tellin' the durn fool I sure as hell didn't have anyplace else to go
I jes ordered up a beer and sat down at the bar
when some guy walked in an' said who owns this car
with the peace sign the mag wheels and four on the floor
well he looked at me and I damn near died
and I decided that I'd jus wait outside
so I layed a dollar on the bar and headed for the door
jes' when I thought I'd get outta there with my skin
these five big dude come strollin' in
with this one old drunk chick
and some fella with green teeth
an' I was almost to the door when the biggest one
said you tip your hat to this lady son
an' 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
'specially when there was three of them and only one of me
well they all started laughin' and I felt kinda sick
and I knew I'd better think of somethin' pretty quick
so I jes' reached out an' kicked ol' green-teeth right in the knee
he let out a yell that'd curl your hair
but before he could move I grabbed me a chair
and said watch him folks 'cause he's a thouroughly dangerous man
well you may not know it but this man's a spy
he's an 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 everyone else was lookin' and listenin' to me
and I layed it on thicker and heavier as I went
I said would you beleive this man has gone as far
as tearin' Wallace stickers off the bumpers of cars
and he voted for George McGoveren for president
well he's a friend of them long-haired hippie type pinko fags
I betcha 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 jus a disguise
he's a mastermind in the ways of espionage
they all started lookin' real suspicious at him
and he jumped up an' said jes' wait a minute jim
you know he's lyin' I've been livin' here all of my life
I'm a faithfull follower of Brother John Burch
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 sayin' somethin' 'bout the way I was dressed
but I didn't wait around to hear the rest
I was too busy movin' and hopin' I didn't run outta luck
and when I hit the ground I was makin' tracks
and they were jes' takin' my car down off the jacks
so I threw the man a twenty an' jumped in an' fired that mother up
Mario Andretti woulda sure been proud
of the way I was movin' when I passed that crowd
comin' out the door and headin' toward me in a trot
an' I guess I shoulda gone ahead an' run
but somehow I couldn't resist the fun
of chasin' them jes' once around the parkin' lot
well they're headin' for their car but I hit the gas
and spun around and headed them off at the pass
well I was slingin' gravel and puttin' a ton of dust in the air
well I had them all out there steppin' an' a fetchin'
like their heads were on fire and their asses was catchin'
but I figured I oughta go ahead an split before the cops got there
when I hit the road I was really wheelin'
had gravel flyin' and rubber squeelin'
an' I didn't slow down 'til I was almost to Arkansas
I think I'm gonna re-route my trip
I wonder if anybody'd think I'd flipped
if I went to LA via Omaha

Body that rests before me
With every dying breath
Spellbound and gagged
I commence your flesh to dirt

Body that lay before me
In everlasting death
Entombed in abscess
To rot and lie stinking in the earth

Empty altar awaits it's victim
Stained glass windows black
Candles burn the midnight oil
Incense fills the night

Observing trance awaking state
Lying still unknowing
Reciting the passages of time
Prepare for the impaling

Deaths an art, flesh and earth never part
A power of the mind
Death shines on the air of silence
A ritual of endless time

Purged of your dead body
Sacrificed of your life
Unearthly ritual sealed in fire
Enter the kingdom of desire