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> They say The Beatles were
Just the beginning of Everything music could be Just like The Stones I was rolling along Like a ship lost Out on the sea And Joplin would die For the future And Dylan would write poetry And in Texas the talk Turned to Outlaws Like Willie and Waylon and me Hey, well that they say Texas music is in the make And we've been making Music that is free Doing one night stands And playing with our bands Willie Waylon and me |
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Country deejays knows that I'm an outlaw
They'd never come to see me in this dive Where bikers stare at cowboys who are laughing at the hippies Who are praying they'll get outta here alive The loud mouth in the corner's gettin' to me Talking 'bout my earrings and my hair I guess he ain't read the signs that say I been to prison Someone ought to warn him 'fore I knock him off his chair 'Cause my long hair just can't cover up my red neck I've won every fight, I've ever fought Hey, I don't need some turkey telling me that I ain't country And sayin' I ain't worth the damned ol' ticket that he bought 'Cause I can sing all them songs about Texas And I still do all the sad ones that I know They tell me, I look like Merle Haggard And sound a lot like David Allen Coe And the bar maid in the last town that we played in Knew the words to every song I'd wrote She said, Jimmy Rabbit turned her on to my last album Just about the time the jukebox broke Yeah, Johny Cash helped me get out of prison Long before Rodriguez stole that goat I've been the Rhinestone Cowboy for so long, I can't remember And I can do you every song, Hank Williams ever wrote And I can sing all them songs about Texas And I still do all the sad ones that I know I can't help it, I look like Merle Haggard And I sound a lot like David Allen Coe But the country deejays, all think I'm an outlaw And they'd never come to see me in this dive Where bikers stare at cowboys who are laughing at the hippies Who are praying they'll get out of here alive The loud mouth in the corner's gettin' to me Talking 'bout my earrings and my hair |
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Take this job and shove it
I ain't working here no more My woman done left and Took all the reasons I was working for You better not try to stand in my way Cause I'm walkin' out the door Take this job and shove it I ain't working here no more. I been workin' in this factory For nigh on fifteen years All this time I watched my woman Drownin' in a sea of tears And I seen a lot of good folks die That had a lot of bills to pay I'd give the shirt right offa' my back If I had the nerve to say. Take this job and shove it I ain't working here no more My woman done left and Took all the reasons I was workin' for You better not try to stand in my way Cause I'm walkin' out the door Take this job and shove it I ain't workin' here no more. That foreman, he's a regular dog The line boss, he's a fool. He's got a flattop haircut Man, he thinks he's cool One of these days I'm gonna' blow my top And that sucker, he's gonna' pay And I just can't seem to wait Till I get the nerve to say Take this job and shove it I ain't working here no more My woman done left and Took all the reasons I was workin for You better not try to stand in my way Cause I'm walkin' out the door Take this job and shove it I ain't workin' here no more. Take this job and shove it I ain't working here no more My woman done left and Took all the reasons I was workin' for You better not try to stand in my way Cause I'm walkin' out the door Take this job and shove it I ain't workin' here no more Take this job and shove it! |
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| 2:56 |
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Well I was thumbin' from Montgomery had my guitar on my back
When a stranger stopped beside me in an antique Cadillac Now he was dressed like 1950, half drunk and hollow-eyed Said, "It's a long walk to Nashville, would you like a ride, son?" Well I sat down in the front seat and turned on the radio And them sad old songs comin' out of them Speakers was solid country gold Then I noticed the stranger was Ghost-white pale when he asked me for a light And I knew there was something strange about this ride He said, "Drifter can ya make folks cry when you play and sing? Have you paid your dues, can you moan the blues? Can you bend them, guitar strings?" He said, "Boy can you make folks feel what you feel inside? 'Cause if you're big star bound let me warn ya, it's a long, hard ride" Then he cried just south of Nashville and he turned that car around He said, "This is where you get off boy I'm goin' back to Alabam" As I stepped out of that Cadillac I said, "Mr., many thanks" He said, "You don't have to call me Mr., Mr. The whole world called me Hank He said, "Drifter can ya make folks cry when you play and sing? Have you paid your dues, can you moan the blues? Can you bend them, guitar strings?" He said, "Boy can you make folks feel what you feel inside? 'Cause if you're big star bound let me warn ya, it's a long, hard ride" He said, "Drifter can ya make folks cry when you play and sing? Have you paid your dues, can you moan the blues? Can you bend them, guitar strings?" He said, "Boy can you make folks feel what you feel inside? 'Cause if you're big star bound let me warn ya, it's a long, hard ride" If you're big star bound let me warn ya it's a long, hard ride |
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Well it was all that I could do to keep from crying.
Sometimes it seems so useless to remain. But you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'. You never even called me by my name. You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings. And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride. And you don't have to call me Merle Haggard anymore, Even though you're on my fightin' side. And I'll hang around as long as you will let me. And I never minded standing in the rain. But you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'. You never even called me by my name. Well I've heard my name a few times in your phone book. (Hello, Hello.) And I've seen it on signs where I've played. But the only time I know I'll hear David Allan Coe Is when Jesus has his final Judgement Day. So, I'll hang around as long as you will let me. And I never minded standing in the rain. But you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'. You never even called me by my name. (spoken:) Well, a friend of mine named Steve Goodman wrote that song, and he told me it was the perfect country and western song. I wrote him back a letter and I told him it was not the perfect country and western song because he hadn't said anything at all about momma, or trains, or trucks, or prison or gettin' drunk. Well, he sat down and wrote another verse to this song and he sent it to me and after reading it I realized that my friend had written the perfect country and western song. And I felt obliged to include it on this album. The last verse goes like this here: Well, I was drunk the day my momma got out of prison, And I went to pick her up in the rain.-ac |
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Would you lay with me in a field of stone
If my needs were strong would you lay with me Should my lips grow dry would you wet them dear In the midnight hour if my lips were dry Would you go away to another land Walk a thousand miles through the burning sand Wipe the blood away from my dying hand if I give myself to you Would you bathe with me in the stream of life When the moon is full will you bathe with me Will you still love me when I'm down and out In my time of trials will you stand by me Would you go away to another land Walk a thousand miles through the burning sand Wipe the blood away from my dying hand if I give myself to you Would you lay with me in a field of stone If my needs were strong would you lay with me |
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I like to play Hank Williams Jr. records just as loud as they will go
I'm into Lynyrd Skynyrd The Allman Brothers and David Allan Coe I like Willie, Waylon, George, and Merle And a lot of ZZ Top They play country, soul, rock and roll I really like Kid Rock Chorus And I'm a redneck A rock-n-roll son of the south I don't like no new wave disco bands around I'm gonna drink a couple dozen beers Go out and jam some gears I'm a long haired redneck rock-n-roll son of the south I've got a 1965 Harley chopper It sure makes those women stare A dead flamingo wrapped around the cowboy hats I wear I can cuss I can fight I can spit I can belch I can raise all kinds of hell If you ride to live like I live to ride let me hear some rebel yells Chorus And I'm a redneck A rock-n-roll son of the south I don't like no new wave disco bands around I'm gonna drink a couple dozen beers Go out and jam some gears I'm a long haired redneck rock-n-roll son of the south I like my whiskey straight up Daqueri just makes me ill If someone touches my cowboy hat I get mad enough to kill I got a rifle rack in my pickup truck I'm a four wheelin' maniac And if you want to race name the place I'll show you where it's at mother fucker Chorus And I'm a redneck A rock-n-roll son of the south I don't like no new wave disco bands around I'm gonna drink a couple dozen beers Go out and jam some gears I'm a long haired redneck rock-n-roll son of the south I'm a long haired redneck rock-n-roll son of the south I'm a long haired redneck rock-n-roll son of the south |
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