The Charlie Daniels Band Unreleased Songs

1.The Devil Went Down To Georgia

Lyricist：Jr., John Thomas Crain, Charlie Daniels, William Joel Di
Gregorio, Fred Laroy Edwards, Charles Fred Hayward, James
Wainwright Marshall

The devil went down to Georgia
He was lookin' for a soul to steal
He was in a bind
'Cause he was way behind
And he was willin' to make a deal

When he came across this young man
Sawin' on a fiddle and playin' 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'm a fiddle player too
And if you 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'll 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
And you're gonna regret
'Cause I'm the best there's ever been

Johnny 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 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

Then he pulled the bow across the strings
And it made ansicevil hiss
And 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 just sit down in that chair right there
And let me show you how it's done

He played Fire on the Mountain
Run boys, run
The devil's in the House of the Rising Sun
Chicken in a bread pan picken' at 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 wanna try again
I done told you once you son of a bitch
I'm the best there's ever been

And he played Fire on the Mountain
Run boys, run
The devil's in the House of the Rising Sun
Chicken in a bread pan picken' at dough
Granny does your dog bite
No child, no


2.fag song

me and my buddy got us some wild hair and figured we wanted to
go somewhere so we loaded up in my ragtop chevrolet. we had a
little bit of money and a whole lot to show and with hank junior
blarin' on the radio we got a tank full of gas and we was on our
way. we figured we go down to new orleans and we were barrelin
down ol' seventeen when a man with a blinkin red light was on
our tail. he said you were doin sixty in a fourty-five but im
gonna let you go this time but if i catch you again im gonna
slap you in the county jail. we said thank you sir u've sure
been nice you aint gonna have to tell us twice and we were
southbound and down with the wind blowin in our face. we kept on
rollin and pretty soon the radio was cookin out a haggard tune
and we were pullin into houstin and checkin out all them places.
i was feelin dry and i said i think we better stop and get
ourselves a drink ol' jim said ya cuz we got time to kill. we
kept on rollin and i see this spot and we pulled into the parkin
lot with this place called the cloud nine bar and grill. we
walked through the door and the place was jammed the lights were
low they had a punk rock band and some orange head feller singin
bout suicide. i said jim this aint our kind of place he said
well lets just have one round anyways so against my better
judgement we walked on inside. went up to the bar and we sat
down and this feller walked up and said ill buy this round and
he sat down on the barstool next to jim. he looked like a girl
but he talked like a guy he had lipstick on and mascara in his
eye and everybody in that place looked just about like him. i
said jim this aint our kind of bar lets go on out and get back
in the car cause theres gonna be trouble and there aint no sense
in takin the chance. we was gettin up and gettin ready to leave
and somebody grabbed ol' jim bye the sleeve with this good
lookin girl she was askin my buddy to dance. i said jim dont do
it theres somethin' missin theres fellers dancin and fellers
kissin theres a feller in a high heeled shoe wearin pantiehose.
he said partner i just cant turn this down u just go on over
there and have one more round i'll dance with the lady and we'll
get on down the rode. so he walked away and left me alone and
this funny lookin feller kept comin on and he was makin me mad
with some of the things he said. and then he put his hand on my
knee and i said if u dont get your paw off me im gonna locate
your nose around on the side of your head. he said i love it
when u get that fire in your eye i said partner try this on for
size and i unloaded on him and he went out like a light.
everybody in that place must of been his friend they all headed
for me i said this is the end but where i come from we dont give
up with out a fight. they we screamin and yellin and scratchin
and clawin i was punchin and hittin and kickin and pawin i was
holdin my own cause ive been in a scrap or two. ol' jim come
runnin up out the blue and that gal he was with come runnin up
too and persiked to beat on me with a high heeled shoe i grab
her by the hair and it come off in my hand and that beautiful
girl was just a beautiful man and ol jim just got sick right
there on the floor. he dropped that dude like a shot from a gun
smeard his lipstick made his make up run and me and ol jim
started fightin our way to the door. man we lead of there in
that old chevrolet put her on the floor and it stayed that way
we was goin down the highway doin about a hundred and ten. we
was headin for home and we was gettin near and then a red light
come on in the rear view mirror and that same blame cop pullin
us over again. well im sittin here in this county jail and i had
to call my daddy to go our bail and i learned me a lesson i
never will forget again. i done give up drinkin ive give up bars
and runnin around the country in souped up cars


3.Uneasy Rider

Lyricist：Charlie Daniel

I was takin' a trip out to L.A.
Toolin' along in my Chevrolet
Tokin' on a number and diggin' on the radio
Just as I crossed the Mississippi line
I heard that highway start to whine
And I knew that left rear tire was about to blow

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

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
Well, 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 you're 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
And 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 you're 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
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 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 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 would've 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 figured, 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
Well, 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


4.It's My Life

Lyricist：John Thomas Jr. Crain, Charlie Daniels, William Joel
Digregorio, Fred Laroy Edwards, Charles Fred Hayward, Don Bruce
Murray

It's my life, God was the one to give it
And I ain't gonna let nobody tell me how to live it
It's my song, right or wrong
You tag along or you can stay behind

They're my troubles
Don't you let them worry you none
'Cause when I signed on to be a man
I, I knew I was gonna have some

Like I say, go or stay either way
You ain't gonna change my life
You ain't gonna change my life

When I'm low down and I'm lazy
And I'm ragged but I'm real
And I ain't never been nobody's pride and joy
Yeah and you can take a boy out of the country
But you can't take the country out of the boy

Well, it's my troubles
Now don't you let them worry you none
'Cause I signed on to be a man
I figured I was gonna have some

Like I say, go or stay either way
You ain't gonna change my life
You ain't gonna change my life

It's my song, right or wrong
You ain't gonna change my life
I said, it's my life
You ain't gonna change my life, oh no


5.Running with the Crowd

Lyricist：John Thomas Jr. Crain, Charlie Daniels, William Joel
Digregorio, Fred Laroy Edwards, Charles Fred Hayward

Come all ye young cowboys and listen to me
And don't waste your life on that ol' hanging tree
And don't think that size ever makes man small
You find out it's nothing at all

They know a tension when the old words are said
â~Don't cheat in poker and don't lose your head'
Lost cowboys are human and bullets kill dead
Six guns don't make a man tall

'Cause it's all so easy to run with the crowd
And they're a damn good bunch of cowboys
Makes a man feel proud

Do a honest day's work for the money you spend
Be fast with the ladies and slow with the man
Be kind to your horses and true to your friends
And treat every mother's son fair

Don't stay in town late on a Saturday night
Don't let no one tease you into a fight
'Cause when they're saddled with guns
There ain't nobody right
It's a short trail that leads to nowhere

'Cause it's all so easy to run with the crowd
And they're a damn good bunch of cowboys
Makes a man feel proud

'Cause it's all so easy to run with the crowd
And they're a damn good bunch of cowboys
Makes a man feel proud


6.Texas

Lyricist：Charlie Daniels

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


7.Everytime I See Him

Lyricist：John Thomas Jr. Crain, Charlie Daniels, William Joel
Digregorio, Fred Laroy Edwards, Charles Fred Hayward

Thinks he's a tough guy
Superbly
Stays high
Sneakin' down the alleyway to make another buy
Talkin' 'bout a big deal
Big wheel
Nothin's real
Wouldn't know the truth if it looked him in the eye

Sneakin' out the back door
Top floor
Dirt poor
You know the boys gonna get himself in jail
Living on the back street
Concrete
Fast speed
Lost in the jungle with the tiger by the tail

Everytime I see him
Everytime I see him
Everytime I see him
He's just barely getting by
And everytime I see him
Everytime I see him
Everytime I see him
He's down there getting high

Midnight siren
What's it mean
Bad dreams
Shiverin' and shakin' in the middle of the night
Down in a cold sweat
In debt
Upset
Hidin' in the back room to keep him of sight

Walkin' that tough walk
Jive talk
Double cross
Sneakin' down the side street hidin' from the sun
Makin' them big plans
Big man
Be this man
Gonna make a million but he never gets it done

Everytime I see him
Everytime I see him
Everytime I see him
He's just barely getting by
And everytime I see him
Everytime I see him
Everytime I see him
He's down there getting high

Thinks he's a lover boy
Super joy
Tough toy
Thinks he's kinda sexy but the ladies say he ain't
Nothing but a no class
Jiveass
Movin' fast
Wants to be a winner but the monkey says he can't

After hours nightspot
Whatcha got
Hot shot
Gotta keep movin' just to keep from going down
The boy won't ever learn
Slow burn
Overturn
End up in a coffin there six feet in the ground

Everytime I see him
Everytime I see him
Everytime I see him
He's just barely getting by
And everytime I see him
Everytime I see him
Everytime I see him
He's down there getting high

Everytime I see him
Everytime I see him
Everytime I see him
He's just barely getting by
Everytime I see him
Everytime I see him
Everytime I see him
He's down there getting high


8.Layla

Lyricist：Eric Patrick Clapton, Jim Gordon

What you do when you get lonely
Nobody waitin' by your side？
You've been running and hiding way too long
You know it's just your foolish pride

Layla, you got me on my knees
Layla, I'm begging darling please
Layla, baby won't you ease my breaking heart？
Layla

Tried to give you consolation
Well you know your man won't let you down
Just like a fool when I'm, fairly in love with you
You turn my whole world upside down

Layla, you got me on my knees
Layla, I'm begging darling please
Layla, baby won't you ease my breaking heart？
Layla

Let's make the best of the situation
Before I finally go insane
Please don't say we'll never find a way
And tell me all my love's in vain

Layla, you got me on my knees
Layla, I'm begging darling please
Layla, baby won't you ease my breaking heart？
Layla

Layla, you got me on my knees
Layla, I'm begging darling please
Layla, baby won't you ease my breaking heart？


9.Wichita Jail

Lyricist：Charlie Daniels

I woke up on a cement floor this mornin'
My head felt like somebody been walkin' on it
I don't know how I got here don't remember nothin' at all
But if I done all the things that they say I did
Well I sure musta had a ball

'Cause in 30 more days
I'm goin' back home to see that gal of mine
But the wichita jail is a long long way
From theTupelo county line
I gotta do my time

Well I ain't got a cent of the money I had I spent it
Shirts tore, my shoes got a big hole in it
Theres a king size knot on the side of my head
And I got one big black eye
But brother if you think I look bad
You oughtta see that other guy

Cause in 30 more days
I'm goin' back home to see that gal of mine
But the wichita jail is a long long way
From theTupelo county line
I gotta do my time

Well this nine pound hammer feels like it weighs a ton
Makin' lil ones outta big ones in this red hot Kansas sun
I just hope I can make it 30 more days
And get out of this mess I'm in
And if I ever get back to Mississippi
I ain't ever gonna leave again

'Cause in 30 more days
I'm goin' back home to see that gal of mine
But the wichita jail is a long long way
From theTupelo county line
I gotta do my time

I gotta do my time
I gotta do my time
I gotta do my time
...


10.Saddle Tramp

Lyricist：John Thomas Jr. Crain, Charlie Daniels, William Joel
Digregorio, Fred Laroy Edwards, Charles Fred Hayward, Don Bruce
Murray

Well you pass around the pipe and you all get high
You never even stop and wonder why
Maybe it's because you wanna die
Maybe it's just the way things have to be

Well you stay up late and you drink too damn much whiskey
You know that sort of thing is kind of risky
Maybe it's just because you like to feel frisky
Maybe it's just because you like to feel free

Saddle tramp, how many people watch you ridin' by？
Like a thunder cloud that floats across the Arizona sky
And wonder if they're lookin' at a mighty happy man
Or just a lonely breeze that drifts across the endless desert
sand

Well it's gettin' kinda cold in Readosa
Abilene ain't gettin' any closer
One more drink, one more hand of poker
'Cause a fool and his money's gonna have to part

You're too proud to ever show your sorrow
You don't steal and you won't beg or borrow
You may be here today but you're gone tomorrow
There ain't no strings on your boot heels or your heart

Saddle tramp, how many people watch you ride away？
Wonder why you never promise to come back some day
Maybe thinkin' you were holdin' all the pieces in your hand
Or are they slippin' through your fingers like the endless
desert sand？


11.Drinkin' My Baby Goodbye

Lyricist：Charlie Daniels

Well I'm sittin' on a bar stool actin' like a darn fool
That's what I'm a doin' today
Sitting' her drinkin' tryin' to keep from thinkin'
'Cause I'm a boozin' my troubles away

Now people I couldn't make her stay doggone her anyway
She can't say that I didn't try
Pour me another one
I'm finished with the other one
I'm drinkin' my baby goodbye

Every time we disagreed
She was always askin' me
Are you a man or a mouse？
Now that she's gone
She probably thinks I'm home
Just a mopin' around the house

She probably thinks that she's the one thing
I just couldn't get along without
Well wouldn't it surprise her I got a sympathizer
As long as these bottles hold out

'Cause I'm sittin' on a bar stool actin' like a darn fool
That's what I'm a doin' today
Sitting' her drinkin', tryin' to keep from thinkin'
I'm a boozin' my troubles away

Now I couldn't make her stay doggone her anyway
She can't say that I didn't try
Pour me another one
I'm finished with the other one
I'm drinkin' my baby goodbye

Every time I try to sit down and talk to her
It always end up in a fuss
I tried to reason with her right up to the time
She got on that greyhound bus

Now people we would been better if I could forget her
'Cause she sure forgot about me
Well if takes all night I'm gonna do it right
I'm gonna' sit here till I can't see

'Cause I'm sittin' on a bar stool actin' like a darn fool
That's what I'm a doin' today
I'm sitting' her drinkin' tryin' to keep from thinkin'
'Cause I'm a boozin' my troubles away

Now I couldn't make her stay doggone her anyway
She can't say that I didn't try
Pour me another one
I'm finished with the other one
I'm drinkin' my baby goodbye

Well I'm sittin' on a bar stool actin' like a darn fool
That's what I'm a doin' today
Sittin' her drinkin' tryin' to keep from thinkin'
'Cause I'm a boozin' my troubles away

Now I couldn't make her stay doggone her anyway
She can't say that I didn't try
Pour me another one
I'm finished with the other one
I'm drinkin' my baby goodbye
Come on, pour me another one
I'm finished with the other one
I'm drinkin' my baby goodbye

Pour me another one
I'm finished with the other one
I'm drinkin' my baby goodbye


12.Stroker's Theme

Lyricist：C Daniels

Stroker Ace was born to race he had a mean streak two feet wide
A son of a gun with a taste for fun and more than his share of
pride
Take a dirt road curve with a devils nerve make a car dance
across the mud
Haulin' shine was his regular line till the track got in his
blood

Was a real hot shot and he bragged a lot, but man that fool
could drive
'Cause he loved the feel of the steering wheel
And the girls with bedroom eyes
And in a race of time or a bar room fight, Ol' Stroker stole the
show
A back stretch blazer, a real hell raiser and a racetrack Romeo

Mama lock your daughters up that vile bunch is back in town
And them little girls get frisky when they hear that race car
sound
They're bringing out the yellow flag, somebody's brakes have
failed
There's an alsike on the inside and a wreck along the rail
You'd better stand on it Stroker 'cause a bandit's on your tail

It's a dynamite joy for a country boy when he hears them engines
moan
But you've gotta hang tough when it gets real rough
When you're out there on your own 'cause they'll push you down
They'll knock you down, they'll shove you up against the wall
And you always know when the engine blows that a man can't win
â~em all

You can push that car just a little too far any Sunday afternoon
And if you'd break your neck in some damn fool wreck
They'd forget about you soon
But Ol' Stroker Ace was born to race and it's worth all the
trying
Just the dirt champagne in the victory lane and to hear that
concrete whine

Stroker get your dander up this ain't no time to laugh
You've got to make the lap up if you're gonna take that
checkered flag
Number 10 is closin' in to even up the score
It's time to wave bye bye and put the pedal on the floor
You'd better stand on it Stroker 'cause your blowin' off their
doors

Blow their doors off Stroker
Stand on it, son
Ah, you good lookin' devil you


13.Turned My Head Around

Lyricist：John Thomas Jr. Crain, Charlie Daniels, William Joel
Digregorio, Fred Laroy Edwards, Charles Fred Hayward, Don Bruce
Murray

When I was very young
My daddy took me on his knees
â½Son, there some things I wanna learn you
Before you get away from meâ

â½Don't let nobody boss you much
And keep your money clean
Treat a woman like lady
And your lady like a queenâ

But I didn't know what he was talking about
I didn't know what he was trying to say
'Til I got out in this mean old world
And you can turn my head around the other way

When I was 18
A lady picked me up from off of the Street
She put a new suit on by back
And new boots on my feet

Said, 'Thank you, kind lady
What do you want in return？'
She said, 'Young man, put yourself in my hands
And you're damn sure gonna learnâ

But I didn't know what she was talking about
I didn't know what she was trying to say
'Til she took me in the bathroom
And she turned my head around the other way

Right along about this time
It was about the time that I turn 21
I thought that I was bad

Then I cussed out this old man
Down here in the beer joint late one night
He said, 'Son, if you wanna talk, you talk
But if you wanna fight, let's fight'

But I didn't know what he was talking about
I didn't know what he was trying to say
'Til he took me out in the parking lot
And he turned my head around the other way

â~Til he took me out in the parking lot
He turned my head around the other way


14.Blue Star

Lyricist：John Thomas Jr. Crain, Charlie Daniels, William Joel
Digregorio, Fred Laroy Edwards, Charles Fred Hayward, James
Wainwrigh Marshall

Blue star over my shoulder
Blue star, can't you see？
Blue star, it's a little colder
She's gone away from me

And I wish I never seen her with the sunlight in her eyes
And I wish I'd never learn the game she played
And I wish I'd never listen when she told me all the lies
And I wish I'd never seen her walk away

She was everything I wanted
She was sweet mystery
Blue star, every night I hold it
She's gone away from me

And I wish I'd never seen her with the sunlight in her eyes
And I wish I'd never learn the game she played
And I wish I'd never listen when she told me all the lies
And I wish I'd never seen her walk away

Dark eyes shining like two diamonds filled with fire
Dark hair blowing in the wind of hot desire
Red lips pulling me now

Dark eyes glowing like two diamonds filled with fire
Dark hair blowing in the wind of hot desire

Blue star over my shoulder
Blue star, can't you see？
Blue star, it's a little colder
She's gone away from me

And I wish I'd never seen her with the sunlight in her eyes
And I wish I'd never learn the game she played
And I wish I'd never listen when she told me all the lies
And I wish I'd never seen her walk away
And I wish I'd never seen her walk away


15.High Lonesome

Lyricist：John Thomas Jr. Crain, Charlie Daniels, William Joel
Digregorio, Fred Laroy Edwards, Charles Fred Hayward, Don Bruce
Murray

Just you and me and a little white pup
Sittin' here waiting for the sun to come up
To keep the chill away

Drinkin' our coffee at the first crack of dawn
Watchin' a doe while she nuzzles her fawn
It's my favorite time of the day

High lonesome
God, don't ever let this mountain change
High lonesome
I hope you will always stay the same

Sometimes in the evening when it's all kind of still
Sweet mountain music floats over the hill
On a Laurel-scented breeze

Sometimes when nightbirds are scolding the mist
I think I might know where Heaven is
It's just above the trees

High lonesome
God, don't ever let this mountain change
High lonesome
I hope you will always stay the same

Watchin' my summertimes turnin' to falls
Seein' my son growing honest and tall
Keeps me satisfied

If I live forever or I die today
All I would ask is you just let me lay
Here on this mountainside

High lonesome
High lonesome
High lonesome


16.Trudy

Lyricist：Charlie Daniels

Call up Trudy on the telephone, send a letter in the mail
Tell I'm hung up in Dallas, they won't let me out of this jail
If she asks you how I'm fairing, tell her I'm just about to lose
my mind
Worried about old Johnny Lee Walker, and the girl I left behind

Now Johnny Lee Walker was a card mechanic
Had a hand for trouble and a eye for cash
Luckiest man in Dallas County
He had a gold watch chain and a black mustache

And he loved his whiskey and he loved his women
Drove a big long Cadillac limousine
Kept a big fine fancy townhouse in Dallas
And a hotel suite in New Orleans

Carried a switchblade knife in his left hip pocket
And a forty-four hog leg up under his coat
Cut you down in a New York minute
If he catch you cheating that was all she wrote

So call up Trudy on the telephone, send her a letter in the mail
Tell I'm hung up in Dallas, they won't let me out of this jail
If she asks you how I'm fairing, tell her I'm just about to lose
my mind
Worried about old Johnny Lee Walker, and the girl I left behind

I just got to town last Friday evening
Sure as hell didn't mean to stay
I was on my way back to Louisiana
Had a powerful thirst and six months pay

I met a peroxide blond in a bar on D-ville
I was flying high and feeling mean
Poured down a bottle and a half of red eye
I dropped thirty-five dollars in the slot machine

And the boys in the back was dealing seven card
I set down and won me a hundred and ten
I was raking in chips like Grant took Richmond
Till big Johnny Lee come a strolling in

He ripped off the table like a seven O seven
Pretty soon he done won all of my bread
I accused him of cheating he reached for a pistol
I grabbed a chair and went upside of his head

Then I took off a running like a motorcycle
Heard the bullets whining and sirens wail
But it took half the cops in Dallas County
Just to put one coon ass boy in jail

So call up Trudy on the telephone, send her a letter in the mail
Tell I'm hung up in Dallas, and they won't let me out of this
jail
And if she asks you how I'm fairing, tell her I'm just about to
lose
My mind, worried about old Johnny Lee Walker, and the girl I
left behind

So call up Trudy on the telephone, send her a letter in the mail
Tell I'm hung up in Dallas, they won't let me out of this jail
If she asks you how I'm fairing, tell her I'm just about to lose
my mind
Worried about old Johnny Lee Walker, and the girl I left behind

So call up Trudy on the telephone, send her a letter in the mail


17.Talk to Me Fiddle

Lyricist：Bruce Ray Brown, Charlie Daniels, William Joel Digregorio,
John Louis Gavin, Charles Fred Hayward

If this old fiddle could talk, if this old fiddle could sing
Man if this old fiddle could only talk it could tell
You some wondrous things, talk to me fiddle

Tell me about when you came across the sea
In the hands of a Jewish immigrant who was
Longing to be free, you were part of his life
For forty years through times both lean and fat
And he raised his family and lived out his days
In a New York tenement flat, talk to me fiddle

Talk to me fiddle, tell me about how that Cajun
Fiddlin' man found you in a pawn shop and took
You back down to the Louisiana bayou land
You knew his wife and you knew his kids
And you watched his family grow and you
Played your heart out Cajun style at the Louisiana Fais Do Do

Then a big shot Yankee gambler found you
Down in New Orleans and took you up the
River on the Mississippi Queen, then there
Came the day that you were all that he had left to lose
And a black man won you in a poker game
And taught you how to play the blues, cry for me fiddle

Then a young man from the mountains of Kentucky came along
And he bought you for a dollar took you all away back home
He gave you to his grandpa on his golden wedding day
And people had come from miles around just to hear the old man
play
Dance for them fiddle

Then a hobo from Biloxi found you living in the rain
And he got himself a free ride on a west-bound cattle train
You got off in Texas where they play that western swing
Where the people do the two-step and old Bob Wills was the king
Swing for me fiddle

If this old fiddle could talk if this old fiddle could sing
Man if this old fiddle could only talk it could tell
You some wondrous things, you've been bouncing around America
From sea to shining sea now your traveling days are over fiddle
'Cause you belong to me


18.The South's Gonna Do It

Lyricist：Charlie Daniels

Well the train to Grinder's Switch is runnin' right on time
And the Tucker boys are cookin' down in Caroline
People down in Florida can't be still
When ol' Lynyrd Skynyrd's pickin' down in Jacksonville
People down in Georgia come from near and far
To hear Dicky Betts pickin' on that red guitar

So gather round, gather round children get down
Well just get down children get loud
You can be loud here and be proud
You can be proud here be proud you a rebel
'Cause the south's gonna do it again and again

Elvin Bishop's sittin' on a bale of hay
He ain't good lookin', but he sure can play
There's ZZ Top and you can't forget
That old brother Willie's gettin' soakin' wet
And all the good people down in Tennessee
Are diggin' barefoot Jerry and the CDB

So gather round, gather round children get down
You can get down children be loud
You can get loud here and be proud
You can be proud here be proud you a rebel
'Cause the south's gonna do it again, yes it is


19.Boogie Woogie Fiddle Country Blues

Lyricist：John Thomas Jr. Crain, Charlie Daniels, William Joel
Digregorio, John Louis Gavin, Charles Fred Hayward

Well, every time I hear a fiddle and it's cookin' just a little
And 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 looking 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
Started playin' 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 better call the doctor 'cause I think I've got
The rocking Boogie Woogie Fiddle Country Blues

Well, now if you want to play me some fiddle
I'm gonna tell you right from the start
You 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
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
'Cause 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, then you better call the doctor 'cause you've probably got
The rocking Boogie Woogie Fiddle Country Blues

You better call the doctor 'cause your boy has got
The rocking Boogie Woogie Fiddle Country Blues
The country blues


20.Long Haired Country Boy

Lyricist：Charlie Daniels

People say I'm no good
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'
If 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 talking on TV
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
Would like to do a little walking too

But I ain't asking nobody for nothin'
If 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

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 your vote
I don't want much of nothing at all
But I will take another toke

But I ain't asking nobody for nothin'
If 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


21.Redneck Fiddlin' Man

Lyricist：John Thomas Jr. Crain, Charlie Daniels, William Joel
Digregorio, Fred Laroy Edwards, Charles Fred Hayward, Don Bruce
Murray

Well, down in Mississippi, there's a little bitty town
And there ain't much happens till 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 rosins 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

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 out'a 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' 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

Good times go by easy
Good times fly away

Well, he tunes up the fiddle and he rosins up the bow
And he plays an old song called 'Cotten Eyed Joe'
And they danced all night on a hard wood floor
To the redneck fiddlin' man, redneck fiddlin' man, redneck
fiddlin' man


22.Reflections

Lyricist：T Crain, Charlie Daniels, T Digregorio, F Edwards, C Hayward,
J Marshall

I remember you back in nineteen-fifty-six
You had all the moves and you knew all the tricks
You left all the ladies in a hell of a fix
When your voice took wings

Then you'd shake around and oh, how'd you sing
Just an old boy from Memphis with a big diamond ring
A country girl's prayer and a city girls dream, hail the King

But it's alright now, keep on singin' loud
It's alright now, heaven should be proud

The fifties left town on a crowded dance floor
The sixties came in with a bang and a roar
The world heard a knock
It was Janis at the door, they let her in

And when it seemed this whole world was falling apart
The houselights would fall and the music would start
She'd be givin' us all the little piece of her heart once again

But it's alright now, keep on singin' loud
It's alright now, heaven should be proud

It was October in St. Louis town
When we heard that the Free Bird had fell to the ground
We all said a prayer before we went down to play

And Ronnie, my buddy, above all the rest
I miss you the most and I loved you the best
And now that you're gone I thank God
I was blessed just to know you

But it's alright now, keep on singin' loud
It's alright now, heaven should be proud


23.The Legend of Wooley Swamp

Lyricist：T Crain, Charlie Daniels, T Digregorio, F Edwards, C Hayward,
J Marshall

Well, if you ever go back into Wooley Swamp
Well, you better not go at night
There's things out there in the middle of them woods
That make a strong man die from fright

Things that crawl and things that fly
And things that creep around on the ground
And they say the ghost of Lucius Clay
Gets up and he walks around

But I couldn't believe it
I just had to find out for myself
And I couldn't conceive it
'Cause I never would have listened to nobody else

And I couldn't believe it
I just had to find out for myself
There's some things in this world you just can't explain

The old man lived in the Wooley Swamp
Way back in booger woods
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 he'd bury it all around
And 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
Yeah, Lucius Clay was a greedy old man
And that's all that there was to it

But I couldn't believe it
I just had to find out for myself
And I couldn't conceive it
'Cause I never would have listened to nobody else

And I couldn't believe it
I just had to find out for myself
There's some things in this world you just can't explain

Cable boys was white trash
They lived over on carver's creek
They were mean as a snake and sneaky as a cat
And belligerent when they'd speak

One night the oldest brother said
'Y'all meet me at the Wooley swamp later
We'll take old Lucius's money
And we'll feed him to the alligators'

They found the old man out in the back
With a shovel in his hand
Thirteen rusty mason jars
Was tust dug up out of the sand

And they all went crazy and they beat the old man
And they picked him up off of the ground
Threw him in the Swamp and stood there
And laughed as the black water sucked him down

Then they turned around and went back to the shack
And picked up the money and ran
They hadn't gone no where when they realized
They were running in quicksand

And they struggled and they screamed
But they couldn't get away
And just before they went under
They could hear that old man laughing in a voice as loud as
thunder

And that's been fifty years ago
And you can go by there yet
There's a spot in the yard in the back of that shack
Where the ground is always wet

And on summer nights
If the moon is right down by the that dark footpath
You can hear three young men screaming
You can hear one old man laugh

Well, if you ever go back into Wooley Swamp
Well, you better not go at night
There's things out there in the middle of them woods
That make a strong man die from fright

Things that crawl and things that fly and things that creep
Around on the ground
And they say the ghost of Lucius Clay
Gets up and he walks around

But I couldn't believe it
I just had to find out for myself
And I couldn't conceive it
'Cause I never would have listened to nobody else

And I couldn't believe it
I just had to find out for myself
There's some things in this world you just can't explain
There's some things in this world you just can't explain


24.Uneasy Rider '88

Lyricist：Charlie Daniels

Me and my buddy got us a wild hair
And figured we wanted to go somewhere
So we loaded up in my rag top Chevrolet

We had a little bit of money
And a whole lot of show
And with Hank Jr. Blaring on the radio
We gotta a tank full of gas
And we were on our way

We figured we'd go down to new Orleans
We were barreling down old 17
When a man with a blinking red light
Was on our tail

He said, 'You were doing 60 in a 45
But I'm gonna let you go this time
But if I catch you again
I'm gonna slap you in the county jail'

We said, 'Thank you sir you sure been nice
And you ain't gonna have to tell us twice
And we were southbound and down
With the wind blowing in our faces'

We kept on rolling and pretty soon
The radio was cooking outta haggard tune
And we were pulling into Houston
Checking out all them places

I was feeling dry and I said, 'I think
We ought to stop and get ourselves a drink'
And old Jim said 'Yeah 'cause we got time to kill'

We kept on rolling and I seen this spot
We pulled into the parking lot
Of this place called the Cloud Nine bar and grill

We walked through the door
And the place was jammed
The lights were low they had a punk rock band
And some orange haired feller singing about suicide

I said, 'Jim this ain't our kind of place'
He said, 'Well let's just have one round anyway'
So against my better judgment we walked on inside

Went up to the bar and we sat down
This feller walked up and said, 'I'll buy this round'
And he sat down on the barstool next to Jim

He looked like a girl but he talked like a guy
He had lipstick on and mascara in his eyes
And everybody in that place looked just about like him

I said, 'Jim this ain't our kind of bar
Let's just go on out and get back in car
'Cause there's gonna be a trouble
Ain't no sense in taking at chance'

We was getting up getting ready to leave
When somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeve
Was this good looking girl was asking my buddy to dance

I said, 'Jim don't do it there's something missing
There's feller dancing and feller kissing
There's a feller in high heeled shoes wearing panty hose'

He said, 'Partner I just can't turn this down
You just go there and have one more round
I'll dance with the lady
We'll get on down the road'

So he walked away and left me alone
And this funny looking feller kept coming on
And he was making me mad with some of the things he said

And then he put his hand on my knee
I said, 'If you don't get your paw off me
I'm gonna locate your nose around
The other side of your head'

He said, 'I love it when you get that fire in your eye'
I said, 'Well partner try this on for size'
And I unloaded on him and he went out like a light

Everybody in that place must have been his friend
They all headed for me I said, 'This is the end'
But where I come from we don't give up without a fight

They were screaming and yelling and scratching and clawing
I was punching and hitting and kicking and pawing
I was holding my own 'cause I've been in a scrap or two

Old Jim come running up out of the blue
And that gal he was with come running up too
And proceeded to beat on me with a high heel shoe

I grabbed her by the hair it came off in my hand
And that beautiful girl was just a beautiful man
And old Jim just got sick right there on the floor

He dropped that dude like a shot from a gun
Smeared his lipstick made his make-up run
And me and old Jim started fighting our way to the door

Man we lit out of there in that Chevrolet
I put in on the floor and it stayed that way
We was going down the highway
Doing about a hundred and ten

We were headed for home and we was getting nearer
Then a red light came on the rear view mirror
And that same blame cop was pulling us over again

Well I'm sitting here in this county jail
I had to call my daddy to go our bail
But I learned me a lesson that I never will forget again

I've done give up drinking I've give up bars
And running around the country in souped up cars
I'm going back where the women are women
And the men are men


25.The Legend of Wooly Swamp

Lyricist：T Crain, Charlie Daniels, T Digregorio, F Edwards, C Hayward,
J Marshall

If you ever go back into Wooly Swamp
Baby 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

Things that crawl and things that fly
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
And 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
He just 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 the 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

Then he pour it all out on the floor of his shack
And he run his fingers through it
Yeah, Lucias Clay was a greedy old man
And that's all there ever was to it

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
And 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 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
'Y'all meet in the Wooly Swamp later
We'll take old Lucias' money
And we'll feed him to the alligators'

They found the old man out in the back
With a shovel in his hand
Thirteen rusty Mason jars
He just dug up out of the sand

Then they all went crazy and they beat the old man
And they picked him up off the ground
They threw him in the swamp and they stood there and laughed
As the black water sucked him down

And then they turned around and went back to the shack
And they picked up the money and ran
Hadn't gone nowhere when they realized
That they were runnin' in quicksand

And they struggled and they screamed
But they couldn't get away and just before they went under
They could hear that old man laughin'
In a voice as loud as thunder

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 that dark footpath
You can hear three young men screamin'
And you can hear one old man laugh

If you ever go back into Wooly Swamp
Baby 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
Get's up and he 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
And 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
There's some things in this world you just can't explain


26.The Fiddle Player's Got the Blues

Lyricist：Charlie Daniels

When I woke up it was raining
Well, I got soaked
When I woke up this morning
I was cold and wet and broken

I ain't got no destination
I'm just gonna follow my shoes
I may run on up to Dallas
But the fiddle player's got the blues

Feel kinda like ol' Ray Charles
And Georgia on my mind
Sure wish I could get there
I ain't got a dime

These hard times that I'm having
I guess they call it paying dues
That's just how things get goin'
When fiddle player's got the blues
Yeah, he's got the blues

They say playing in these beer joints
Kinda keeps a man in touch
Sure beats pickin' cotton
But it just don't beat it much

I guess it all comes down
To whatever life you choose
And you know I ain't complaining
It's just the fiddle player's got the blues


27.Saturday Night Down South

Lyricist：Charlie Daniels, William Joel Digregorio, John Louis Gavin,
Charles Fred Hayward

This ain't nothing but a little bitty town
Roll up the sidewalks everything's shut down
Down on the corner they're still hanging around
'Cause it's Saturday night down south

Clock on the courthouse says eleven o'clock
Kids in their cars still dragging the block
People go to bed with their doors unlocked
'Cause it's Saturday night down south

Me and my baby on the front porch swing
Tonight's the night I'm gonna give her a ring
And if she says yes, I'll have everything
Hot dog shut my mouth

Whippoorwill singing in the magnolia tree
Crickets making music for my baby and me
There ain't no other place that I'd rather be
When it's Saturday night down south, yeah

People down here like to take life slow
There ain't no place they're in a hurry to go
Just take it easy kinda roll with the flow
Take time to work things out

Full moon shining through the long leaf pines
Fireflies playing in the honeysuckle vine
Everybody's grooving, everything's just fine
'Cause it's Saturday night down south

Full moon shining through the long leaf pines
Fireflies playing in the honeysuckle vine
Everybody's grooving, everything's just fine

Saturday night down south, oh, way down south


28.Billy the Kid

Lyricist：Charlie Daniels

In the southern part of Texas, East and West of El Paso
Where the mighty Franklin mountains guard the trail to Mexico
There's a new-made widow crying and a hearse a rollin' slow
I guess the devils passed this way again

There's a lathered sorrel stallion running through the Joshua
trees
And a young man in the saddle with his coat tails in the breeze
He's got a six gun on his right hip and a rifle at his knees
And he's dealing in a game that he can't win

Poor Billy Bonney, you're only 21
Pat Garrett's got your name on every bullet in his gun
His notch carved on your six gun has a bloody tale to tell
You're a mile ahead of Garrett and a step outside of hell

Those fancy clothes your wearin' and the women in your bed
Can't take away the traces of the men that you've left dead
As you ride across the bad lands with a price upon your head
And now the wheel of fortune starts to turn

You're reputation's grown till it's the biggest in the land
And there ain't a lot of people left who want to call your hand
And I guess you'll go down shootin' and like all branded men
When you shake hands with the devil you get burned

Poor Billy Bonney, you're only 21
Pat Garrett's got your name on every bullet in his gun
His notch carved on your six gun has a bloody tale to tell
You're a mile ahead of Garrett and a step outside of hell


29.Carolina (I Remember You)

Lyricist：John Thomas Jr. Crain, Charlie Daniels, William Joel
Digregorio, Fred Laroy Edwards, Charles Fred Hayward, James
Wainwrigh Marshall

One of the memories that stays on my mind
About an old southern lady that I left behind
Is a ramshackle bridge where the deep river winds
And an old two-lane blacktop through the tall long-leaf pines

Carolina, Carolina
You're hard, but you're hard to forget

I still remember the magnolia nights
And goose feather snow in the gray morning light
Sand spurs and puppies and red autumn leaves
And warm lights in the clear night on a cold Christmas Eve

Carolina, Carolina
You're hard, but you're hard to forget

Carolina, I knew you before the highways got to you
And I loved you as one of your own
And I still do

Carolina, Carolina
You're hard, but you're hard to forget
You're hard to forget


30.Big Bad John

Lyricist：Jimmy Dean

Every morning at the mine, you could see him arrive
He stood 6 foot 6 and weighed 245
Kind of broad at the shoulders and narrow at the hip
And everybody knew you didn't give no lip to Big John

Nobody knew where John called home
He just drifted into town and stayed all alone
Didn't say much, he's kinda quiet and shy
And if you spoke at all, you'd just said 'Hi' to Big John

Somebody said he'd come from New Orleans
Where he got into a fight over a Cajun queen
And a crash and blow from a huge right hand
Sent a Louisiana fella to the promised land, Big John

Big John, Big John
Big bad John

Then there came that day, way down in the mine
When a timber cracked and men started crying
And miners were praying and hearts beating fast
And everybody thought they done breathed their last, cept' John

Through the smoke and the dust of this man-made hell
Walked a giant of a man that the miners knew well
Grabbed a sagging timber and gave out with a groan
And like a giant oak tree he just stood there alone, Big John

Big John, Big John
Big Bad John

With all of his strength, he gave a mighty shove
And a miner hollered out, â½There's a light up aboveâ
And as 20 men scrambled from a would be grave
Now there's only one left down there to save, Big John

With jacks and timbers, they started back down
And then they heard a rumble way down in the ground
And as smoke and gas belched out of that mine
Everybody knew it was the end of the line for Big John

Big John, Big John
Big Bad John

They never re-opened that worthless pit
They just put a marble slab over it
These few words are written on that stand
'At the bottom of this mine, lies one hell of a man, Big John'

Big John, Big John
Big John, Big John
Big Bad John
Big Bad John


31.Jitterbug

Lyricist：John Thomas Jr. Crain, Charlie Daniels, William Joel
Digregorio, Fred Laroy Edwards, Charles Fred Hayward, Don Bruce
Murray

He wears a zoot suit with a reet pleat
Drives a '36 Cord with a rumble seat
Now he's a, Lord, he's a jitterbug
Scare the letters off a highway sign

He drinks beer and eats beanies
Chases it down with ol' Thunderbird wine
Carries brass knuckles and a .44
Runs a loan shark business and a Mary Jane store

He's a, he's a jitterbug; keeps movin', don't sit still
If the law don't get him, some gun-totin' irate husband will
Oh, oh, oh, ooh, ooh, ooh, jitterbug, jitterbug

One day in September he stepped out of his Cord
Into the street to face a bullet spittin' Ford
Now he's jitterbug, just a name in the news
Said, 'He finally paid the price, he finally paid his dues'

Jitterbug, jitterbug, jitterbug, jitterbug
Jitterbug, jitterbug, jitterbug, jitterbug


32.The Pope and the Dope

Lyricist：Charlie Daniels

They said, 'Don't you think it's mighty strong language
To be used in, right here on the Fozo Show'

Now if a order was to come down from the Pope
The Catholics ain't allowed to smoke no dope
If they couldn't get high would they feel real low
And would they get pissed off down in Mexico

And if Mayor John Lindsey was to propose
The old Calcutta guest had to wear clothes
Would they still come all the way from Kokomo
Just to dig the show

What if Eldridge Cleaver was to devise a plan
For the Black Panther Party of America
To be merged with the Ku Klux Klan

And if Richard Nixon made Spiro Agnew
The new ambassador to Timbuktu
If he was doing real well would you guess
It would prove his relationship with CBS

What if Lester Maddox was to pass a law
That the black population of Georgia
Had to be moved into Arkansas

Would it make Orval Faubus sore
And start a two state civil war
Would they ask the government for federal aid
To buy pickaxe handles and razorblades

Bop bop bop bop rodeo dope

Now if Martha Mitchell was to address
A special meeting of the SDS
If she told them her views on Vietnam
Would they make her an honorary minuteman

And if Governor Wallace was to come unglued
And run for President in '72
Could he carry all of the Southern states
With Julian Bond for a running mate

Now if the CIA, and the IRS and the FCC
Found out that J. Edgar Hoover and the FBI
Owned stock in AT＆T

And the UAW, and the BNO, and the AFL and the CIO
And the ICC, and the BBD's, and the LSU and UCLA
And the OEO, and the KKK, and the PTA and the LNA
And the UPI and the IBM all BS


33.Georgia

Lyricist：Charlie Daniels

Lamps in the windows burnin' bright
Over in Santa Fe tonight
Full moon shining down along the border

But the ground is hard and the night is black
Over here by the railroad track
And I wish to the Lord that I was back in Georgia

Blue water in the evening sun
Calling me when the day is done
Mama mama pray for your son

All of my life I've been told
That the LA streets was paved with gold
Fame and fortune waiting to reward you

But it didn't take long to understand
California ain't the promised land
But at least a man's a man in Georgia

Blue sky's in the mornin' there
And there's green trees and breathin' air
Rockabye in my easy chair

Well it seems every river in the Georgia moonlight
Flowing up where folks are free
The sun comes up through the lonely pine trees

Over 'round the Kingsland ridge
I maybe here but my mind is still
About 90 miles north of Jacksonville

Well I may not make it, it's a long long road
But mama I've paid all the debts I owe
And if I don't you know they gonna find me tryin'

They took my songs and they took my soul
They made me hard and they made me old
Hell I just been born, but I feel just like I'm dying

Blue water in the evening sun
Calling me when the day is done
Mama mama pray for your son


34.Freebird

Lyricist：Allen L Collins, Ronnie Van Zant

If I'd leave here tomorrow
Would you still remember me？
For I must be traveling on, now
'Cause there's too many places I've got to see

And if I'd stayed here with you, girl
Well, things just couldn't be the same
'Cause I'm as free as a bird now
And this bird you cannot change

Bye, bye, baby, its been a sweet love
Though this feeling I can't change
But please don't take it so badly
'Cause the good Lord knows that I'm to blame

And if I'd stayed here with you, girl
Things just could not be the same
'Cause I'm as free as a bird now
And this bird you cannot change
No, no, I can't change, ain't no way that I can't change

Why don't you fly on freebird？
Fly on freebird

Why don't you fly on freebird？


35.Caballo Diablo

Lyricist：Charlie Daniels

Wild as a coastal barranca
Swift as the wind blowin' free
With two eyes like fire brands that glow in the night
Somewhere up there he's waitin' for me

And he knows that I'm coming for him
I just can't rest till I find
That raven black stallion who wears no man's brand
With a wild restless spirit like mine

They call him Caballo Diablo
Half horse, half devil they say
Caballo Diablo, the outlaw
Of the Blanca Sierra Madre

Two men before tried to take him
They had their chance one by one
But each met his fate when those flashin' black hooves
Brought death 'neath the Mexican sun

Still I can't leave, I must find him
You fool of a horse, can't you see？
I may be half man but the other half's devil
And you're just exactly like me

They call him Caballo Diablo
Half horse, half devil they say
Caballo Diablo, the outlaw
Of the Blanca Sierra Madre

Even the breeze has stopped movin'
Hush now, be still
Don't make a sound and stay close to the ground
'Cause he's waitin' just over that hill

Downwind behind him, move quickly
Do it fast now, he's startin' to stir
Grab a hand full of mane and up onto his back
And start breaking him down with my spurs

But try as he will, he can't shake me
As over the preface we go
To spill the life's blood of a horse and a man
On the rocky Sierra below

They call him Caballo Diablo
Half horse, half devil they say
Caballo Diablo, the outlaw
Of the Blanca Sierra Madre


36.Play Me Some Fiddle

Lyricist：Charlie Daniels, William Joel Digregorio, John Louis Gavin,
Charles Fred Hayward

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 probably got
The rocking boogie woogie fiddle country blues


37.a Few More Rednecks

Lyricist：Charlie Daniels, William Joel Digregorio, John Louis Gavin,
Charles Fred Hayward

What this world needs is a few more rednecks
Some people ain't afraid to take a stand
What this world needs is a little more respect
For the Lord and the law and the workin' man

We could use a little peace and satisfaction
Some good people up front to take the lead
A little less talk and a little more action
And a few more rednecks is what we need

I was raised on beans and cornbread and I like my chicken fried
Yes, I drive a pickup truck and I'm full of American pride
I keep a Bible on my table, I got a flag out on my lawn
And I don't believe in mindin' no one's business but my own

And I love them Rambo movies, I think they make a lot of sense
And it's a shame ole John Wayne didn't live to run for president
And I don't care what nobody says I don't trust ole Gorbachev
And I don't know who turned him on but it's time to turn him off

What this world needs is a few more rednecks
Some people ain't afraid to take a stand
What this world needs is a little more respect
For the Lord and the law and the workin' man

We could use a little peace and satisfaction
Some good people up front to take the lead
A little less talk and a little more action
And a few more rednecks is what we need

Now they're tryin' to take my guns away and that would be just
fine
If you take â~em away from the criminals first, I'll gladly
give you mine
And I don't mind payin' taxes but it makes my temper itch
When my hard earned money goes to make some politician rich

What most people call a redneck ain't nothin' but a workin' man
And he makes his livin' by the sweat of his brow
And the calluses on his hands
Now you intellectuals may not like it
But there ain't nothin' that you can do
'Cause there's a whole lot more of us
Common folks then there ever will be of you

What this world needs is a few more rednecks
Some people ain't afraid to take a stand
What this world needs is a little more respect
For the Lord and the law and the workin' man

We could use a little peace and satisfaction
Some good people up front to take the lead
A little less talk and a little more action
And a few more rednecks is what we need

That's what we need and a few more rednecks is what we need


38.Sweetwater, Texas

Lyricist：Charlie Daniels

When I was a young man in Sweetwater, Texas
Just one thing stayed on my mind
To ride a white horse, over Durango Mountain
And leave Sweetwater, Texas behind

But I turned 21, in Sweetwater, Texas
But just one thing made me stay there
I wanted to leave but I was in love with
The girl with the chestnut brown hair

Then came a time, when she said she'd be mine
And go any place, any time
So we rode a gray dog, over Durango Mountain
And left Sweetwater Texas behind

It was thunderin' and lightnin' when we left Nolan County
The bus rolled along through the night
Leading towards the stadium lights

Well we pulled into Houston at ten in the morning
Our hopes were a high as the sky
But hope turned to weeks, then to years, then forever
I never knew how fast time goes by

Cowboys in cars and country girls in bars
Somehow, it just don't seem fair,
And I wanted to die 'cause I knew I was losing,
The girl with the chestnut brown hair

So many times I've said, I'd rather be dead,
Than take it down and go back, and unclear my head
But if the good Lord sees his way to let me live one more day
I'm so tired of being alone

Gonna ride a white horse over Durango Mountain
And make Sweetwater, Texas my home


39.The South's Gonna Do It Again

Lyricist：Charlie Daniels

Well, the train to Grinder's Switch is runnin' right on time
And them Tucker Boys are cookin' down in Caroline
People down in Florida can't be still
When ol' Lynyrd Skynrd's pickin' down in Jacksonville

People down in Georgia come from near and far
To hear Richard Betts pickin' on that red guitar

So gather 'round, gather 'round chillun'
Get down, well just get down chillun'
Get loud, well you can be loud and be proud
Well you can be proud, hear now be proud you're a rebel
'Cause the South's gonna do it again and again

Elvin Bishop sittin' on a bale of hay
He ain't good lookin', but he sure can play
And there's ZZ Top and you can't forget
That old brother Willie's gettin' soakin' wet

And all the good people down in Tennessee
Are diggin' barefoot Jerry and C.D.B

So gather 'round, gather 'round chillun'
Get down, well you can get down chillun'
Get loud, well you can be loud and be proud
Well you can be proud and be proud you're a rebel
'Cause the South's gonna do it again, yes it is


40.Passing Lane

Lyricist：John Thomas Jr, Crain, Charlie Daniels, William Joel
Digregorio, Fred Laroy Edwards, Charles Fred Hayward, James
Wainwrigh Marshall

Well, I was born in Carolina, way back in the swamp
I was a happy country boy 'til television came along
It showed them far away places and it sho' was a bitch
'Cause every time I'd quit my traveling, well, my feet would
start to itch

So I borrowed my daddy's suitcase and picked up my guitar
I walked up the highway and I flagged down a car
I hitchhiked out to Kansas City just as far as I could
My life was all before me and that highway sure looked good

Gimme that highway, better go my way
Crank up the big wheels, let 'em roll on
I'm movin' like a fast train, gimme that passing lane
And I'm gone, I'm packin' my load a little further down the road

I moved on down to Dallas soon as I got the chance
I was playin' funky music for them city folks to dance
And I had money in my pocket, I had fun in my bed
But I've been here a year now and it's gettin' to my head

'Cause I've been rocked into ruin, I've been discoed to death
I've been funk rocked and punk rocked 'til I can't catch my
breath
I've been ragged 'til I'm ragged, I've been new waved 'til I'm
blind
But I've got a solution for my funky state of mind

Gimme that highway, better go my way
Crank up the big wheels, let 'em roll on
I've movin' like a fast train, gimme that passing lane
And I'll be gone, no more blues just as long as I can move

Gimme that highway, better go my way
Crank up the big wheels, let 'em roll on
I've movin' like a fast train, gimme that passing lane
And I'm gone, I'm packin' my load a little further down the road


41.Old Rock 'n' Roller

Lyricist：Charlie Daniels, William Joel Digregorio, John Louis Gavin,
Charles Fred Hayward

He's just an old rock 'n' roller playing music in a backstreet
bar
And he sings a little flat and he never learned to play the
guitar
But he keeps on belting out them rhythm and blues
'Long Tall Sally' and 'Blue Suede Shoes'
He never faced the fact that he's never gonna be a star
He's just an old rock 'n' roller playing music in a backstreet
bar

He had a record in the sixties, it was big enough to go Top Ten
And though he tried and he tried he never could make it happen
again
He's been living twenty years on bourbon and pride
Jerry Lee went crazy and Elvis died
Then his third wife left him but he never really thought it
would last
And now she ain't nothing but another little blast from the past

But sometimes at night when the music and the crowd is having
fun
He steps up on the mike with a gleam in his eye
And once again he's twenty-one
And then it's 'Be-Bop-A-Lula' and 'Heartbreak Hotel'
And 'That'll Be The Day'
Then the sweet bird of youth just flies away

He's an earthbound eagle that never did learn how to fly
He ain't never gonna make it but he sure did give it a try
So go dye your hair and turn the music up loud
When it's time to go at least you'll go down proud
You ain't never gonna be nothing but what you are
Just an old rock 'n' roller playing music in a backstreet bar
Just an old rock 'n' roller playing music in a backstreet bar


42.Tomorrow's Gonna Be Another Day

Lyricist：Charlie Daniels

Workin' out here on the railroad line
Breakin' my back for nickels and dimes
Sweatin' in the hot sun all of the time
Well I wake up and pray that the sun don't shine

Tomorrow mornin' I swear to my soul
I'm gonna go cut me a hickory pole
And sit right back by the fishin' hole all day

Tomorrow, tomorrow
Tomorrow's gonna be another day
Tomorrow, tomorrow
Tomorrow's gonna be another day

So go tell that man that I won't be back
To lay no more here's a railroad track
I got little green weeds growin' round my shack
I keep my money in a gunny sack

Well, I'm never gonna be a millionaire
Just pass me over 'cause I don't care
I'll sit right back in my easy chair all day

Tomorrow, tomorrow
Tomorrow's gonna be another day
Tomorrow, tomorrow
Tomorrow's gonna be another day

Tomorrow, tomorrow
Tomorrow's gonna be another day
Tomorrow, tomorrow
Tomorrow's gonna be another day


43.Devil Went Down The Georgia

Lyricist：John Thomas Jr. Crain, Charlie Daniels, Willian Joel
Digregorio, Fred Leroy Edwards, Charles Fred Hayward, James
Wainwrigh Marshall

The devil went down to Georgia
He was looking for a soul to steal
He was in a bind 'cause he was way behind
And he was willin' 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 ya whatâ

â½I guess you didn't know it
But I'm a fiddle player too
And if you'd care to take a dare
I'll make a bet with youâ

â½Now you play pretty good fiddle boy
But give the devil his due
I'll bet a fiddle of gold against your soul
'Cause I think I'm better than you'

The boy said, 'My names Johnny, and it might be a sin
'But I'll take your bet
Your gonna regret
'Cause I'm the best that's ever been'

Johnny 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 shiney 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 finger tips
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 ol' son
But set right in that chair right there
And let me show you how it's done'

Fire on the mountain, run boys run
Devil's in the house of the rising sun
The chicken in the bread pan peckin' out dough
Granny does your dog bite, no child, no

The devil bowed his head
'Cause 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 gun
I'm the best there's ever beenâ
And he played

Fire on the mountain, run boys run
Devil's in the house of the rising sun
The chicken in the bread pan peckin' out dough
Granny does your dog bite, no child, no


44.Little Joe and Big Bill

Lyricist：Charlie Daniels, Charles H. Jones

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
They're there to make 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 starts 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
You sure are glad you've come

Down to Little Joe and Big Bill's
Dance hall and sugar hill, barbecue emporium

When it comes to southern cookin'
They know what it's all about
They got some barbecue 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, barbecue emporium

Well, every Saturday night when they turn up the light
When it's just about time to close
The fiddlin' man takes the bow in his hand
And start rockin' San Antonia 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, barbecue emporium
Down to Little Joe and Big Bill's
Dance hall and sugar hill, barbecue emporium


45.Falling In Love For The Night

Lyricist：Charlie Daniels

Well, her name was Maria
She had a passion for diamonds and gold
She done broke every heart
In Flueto bi Arta
By the time she was eighteen years old

Then she left for Las Vegas
With Senor Rodreguez
She didn't care what anybody would think
And when she came back
She had two Cadillacs and a mink

Well, he came from Kentucky
All the boys called him 'Lucky'
He loved to ramble around and have fun
A wild-eyed joker with a talent for poker
And a good lookin' son of a gun

Strong as a bear
Kinda devil may care
But he had a weakness, alright
For good lookin' ladies
And falling in love for the night

He met Maria in a small bar in Mexico City
Where him and his buddies had gone
Down to see the bullfight

He took on look in those flashy brown eyes
And said, 'Here we go again'

When these high powered lovers
Got a look at each other
They thought it was love at first sight
They danced and got high
And then by and by

She came up to his room for the night
Then that high-totin' mama
Left for Yokohana
With a millionaire from San Antone
And when Lucky woke up
His loot and his lady were gone

Now he sits in Louisville drownin'
In sour mash whiskey
While she rides through the streets
Of Juarez in a long limousine

She took his pride
And a whole lot besides
And she just don't give a damn

I guess that's what you get
For fallin' in love for the night
I guess that's what you get
For fallin' in love for the night


46.Little Folks

Lyricist：Charlie Daniels

Little folks are people too
Very much like me and you
The little things they say and do
They kinda make your day

Foolishness and common sense
Through the eyes of innocence
Skip a rope or jump a fence
Gettin' in the way

'Daddy, why are you so tall？
Daddy, why am I so small？
And daddy, who makes snowflakes fall
Could it be the Lord？'

Chasing puppies, climbin' trees
Bumping heads and skinnin' knees
It's not very hard to see
That kids are Gods reward

Little folks get down and out
The girls will cry and boys will pout
Before you know what it's about
They're smiling once again

Colored kites on summer breeze
Jingle bells and Christmas trees
Too soon they're only memories
Do you remember when？

'Daddy, what makes eagles fly？
What makes clouds float in the sky？
And daddy, if I really try
Will I grow up someday？'

But little folks slip through our hands
Like so many grains of sand
We'd best enjoy them while we can
So soon they fly away


47.Blind Man

Lyricist：David Garner Corlew, John Thomas Jr. Crain, Wilburn Wayne
Smith

On a cold concrete sidewalk, on the corner of fifth and main
Sits an old black blind man, and no one knows his name
He plays the same old guitar, he plays the same old tune
And when the people pass him by, some are heard to say

Play, let the blind man play

He was a cotton picker down in Alabam'
Daddy never amounted to much died by his own hand
He lost his sight one terrible night by the hand of the Ku Klux
Klan
Burned his eyes with a branding iron some are heard to say

Play, let the blind man play
Maybe you'll be around another day
Dreamin' about those little things you know you'll never see
So play, let the blind man play, let the blind man play!

The years were kind while the man was blind, but he knew his
time was due
And no one cried when the blind man died, with the name that no
one knew
They made his coffin outta knotty pine, with a wreath of laurel
too
His epitaph was short and sweet, and all it said was play

Play let the blind man play
Maybe you'll be around another day
Dreamin' about those little things you know you'll never see
So play, let the blind man play, let the blind man play

Maybe you'll be around another day
Dreamin' about those little things you know you'll never see
So play, let the blind man play, let the blind man play

Play that guitar blind man!


48.Fais Do Do

Lyricist：Charlie Daniels, Chuck Jones

Les le bon temps rouler

Hey baby, won't you stop what you're doin'
Go on home, put your red dress on
Tell your 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
'Cause there's big doins down at Boudreaux's house

Take my bateaux down by the bayou
Pole on over to the fais do do
Don't be late, don't keep me waitin'
Everybody's gonna go, 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 new 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
Well, I got a ring of gold in my pocket
Tonight's the night and you can't say no

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

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

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
'Cause there's big doins down at Boudreaux's house


49.Sail Away

Lyricist：Betty Peterson, Borney Bergantine

The house lights blaze, the spotlights dim and the encore fades
away
We've got five hundred miles to go and another show to play
But there's a few old die hard fans still hanging out back stage
They're the ones who have been faithful from the start

So we renew our old acquaintances and discuss the lives and
times
Of Tommy, Toy and Ronnie and the ones we've left behind
And all the minstrel warriors who got old before their time
But they'll always have a lace here in our hearts

And it's time to pick up memories and remember our old friends
Do you think we'll ever see the likes of Stevie Ray again？

Sail away, it's time for moving on
This music is my mission and this highway is my home
While you sleep, we got promises to keep
And miles to go before the morning light
We're the tall dark ships that pass you in the night

Thank you for your kind words and for coming to show
It's so good to see you all again, we really got to go
The weather's getting stormy and they say it's gonna snow
And Omaha's a far piece down the line

We'll it's sure been fun but the time has come to get on out of
here
The driver's getting nervous and the road crew's out of beer
And if the good Lord's willing, we're gonna see you all next
year
And we'll drop you all a card at Christmas time

But these boys are getting restless and the hours getting late
And the time goes by so easy but that highway won't wait

Sail away, it's time for moving on
This music is my mission and this highway is my home
While you sleep, we got promises to keep
Miles to go before the morning light
We're the tall dark ships that pass you in the night

Sail away, it's time for moving on
This music is my mission and this highway is my home
While you sleep, we got promises to keep
Miles to go before the morning light
We're the tall dark ships that pass you in the night

We're the tall dark ships that pass you in the night


50.America, I Believe in You

Lyricist：Bruce Ray Brown, Charlie Daniels, William J. Digregorio, John
Louis Gavin, Charles Fred Hayward

We got some trouble in our own back yard
Things are kinda tough, times are kinda hard
Got a lot of people livin' out in the street
People goin' hungry without nothin' to eat
And in this land of plenty
This souldn't be goin' on
We got enough for everybody we just gonna have to pass it along

Well, I'm glad about the fall of Communism
I'm glad about the Berlin wall
And I like seein' old Saddam bite the dust
In fact I'm glad about it all
And I believe in helping everybody
But when it comes to all them foreign loans
I think we oughta remember that charity begins at home

Yes it starts right now in
(America, America)
I know the sun is risin' on a better day
(America, America)
We got the power and we know the way
(America, America)
Well, let me say a few words about the red, white, and blue
(America, America)
I know you're gonna do it I believe in you

Now I been tryin' to figure this out
But there's somethin' that I just don't know
How can you make things better when you
Take our jobs, and send 'um down to Mexico？
And then there was this big shot
From the land of the risin' sun
He said the workin' people in America were lazy and dumb
Well let me tell you somethin' Jack

The next time I go on a shopping trip
And take somethin' off of the rack
If it don't say, 'Made in the U.S.A.'
I'm just gonna put it back
We can't leave it to the politicians
'Cause they don't do nothin' but talk
And it's we the people that are gonna have to walk the walk

And we can do it right now in
(America, America)
Hey, I know the sun is risin' on a better day
(America, America)
Yeah, we got the power and we know the way
(America, America)
Now let me say a few words about the red, white, and blue
(America, America)
I know you're gonna do it I believe in you

Well, we got the best dang farmers in the whole wide world
The fastest horses and the prettiest girls
We got the army, the navy, air force, and marines
The mightiest fightin' force the world's ever seen

We the kinda people that can get things done
We're servin' notice that we're still number one
We got the nerve
(We got the nerve)
We got the will
(We got the will)
We are all together 'cause you know that we are still

(America, America)
Well, I know the sun is risin', it's a risin' on a better day
(America, America)
Hey hey, we got the power and we know the way
(America, America)
Now let me say a few words about the red, white, and blue
(America, America)
'Cause I believe in you


51.Ragin' Cajun

Lyricist：Jr., John Thomas Crain, Charlie Daniels, William Joel Di
Gregorio, Fred Laroy Edwards, Charles Fred Hayward, James
Wainwright Marshall

From a town in Louisiana on the wrong side of the tracks
Came a rowdy ragin' Cajun by the name of Rupernac
He was harder than a hickory long and thinner than a rail
He was faster than a Copperhead and he weren't afraid of hell

He turned eighteen in the Parish courthouse facin' ten to life
About some altercation in a beer, joint with a knife
He said, 'Judge, I mean your honor, I hope you'll understand
But if it happened here today, I think I'd do it all again

'Cause you don't get up in my face, you don't call my mama names
You don't whistle in my kitchen, you don't pull my big dog's
chain
I don't mean no disrespect, but I been stubborn, all my life'

He'd been two years in prison when his cousin Jay came down
Said his sister was in trouble in some far off Northern town
He broke out of jail that night and left a note behind
I'll see ya'll in a week or so, till then I'm hard to find

He found her in a tavern up in west side Buffalo
Gave her a one way ticket home and pushed her out the door
Said, 'I'm lookin' for the man who done my little sister harm
He's a soul destroying punk that stuck a needle in her arm'

And some pimp back in the corner, started makin' himself small
But he grabbed him by the collar and he pushed him to the wall
He said you try to run away, you gone regret it, all your life
The Cajun started laughin' when the pimp pulled out a knife

He said I oughta kill ya, but I'm gonna spare your life
With one sledgehammer fist he knocked him sprawlin' on the floor
And then he kicked him in his forked end and he headed for the
door

He walked on down the sidewalk and hit the Southern trail
He went back to Louisiana and he walked into the jail
He said, 'I had some business up above the bunkie line
But my debts have all been settled and I've come to do my time

And I hope I didn't cause no trouble, I wasn't tryin' to run
away
But a feller owed me somethin' and I had to make him pay
Besides I'm kind of proud, I been a coonass all my life'


52.Simple Man

Lyricist：Charlie Daniels, William Joel Digregorio, John Louis Gavin,
Charles Fred Hayward

I ain't nothin' but a simple man
They call me a redneck, I 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
And there's crooked politicians and crime in the street
And I'm madder an' 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
And they're living by the law of the jungle not the law of the
land
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're going 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 of that mess
Yeah just take them rascals out in the swamp
You 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
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're going and remember where you been
That's the way I see it, I'm a simple man
Better watch where you're going and remember where you been
That's the way I see it, I'm a simple man


53.In America

Lyricist：John Thomas Jr. Crain, Charlie Daniels, William Joel
Digregorio, Fred Laroy Edwards, Charles Fred Hayward, James
Wainwrigh Marshall

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 ain't 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 walking 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 everything 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

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 walking real proud and we're talkin' real loud again
In America, you never did think that it ever would happen 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 walking real proud and we're talkin' real loud again
In America, you never did think that it ever would happen again


54.(What This World Needs Is) A Few More Rednecks

Lyricist：Charlie Daniels, William Joel Digregorio, John Louis Gavin,
Charles Fred Hayward

What this world needs is a few more rednecks
Some people ain't afraid to take a stand
What this world needs is a little more respect
For the Lord and the law and the workin' man

We could use a little peace and satisfaction
Some good people up front to take the lead
A little less talk and a little more action
And a few more rednecks is what we need

I was raised on beans and cornbread
And I like my chicken fried
Yes, I drive a pickup truck
And I'm full of American pride

I keep a Bible on my table
I got a flag out on my lawn
And I don't believe in mindin'
Nobody's business but my own

And I love them Rambo movies
I think they make a lot of sense
And it's a shame ole John Wayne
Didn't live to run for president

And I'm a catfish connoisseur
I love the Lynyrd Skynyrd band
And I'm crazy about the N F L
I'm a diehard NASCAR Fan

What this world needs is a few more rednecks
Some people ain't afraid to take a stand
What this world needs is a little more respect
For the Lord and the law and the workin' man

We could use a little peace and satisfaction
Some good people up front to take the lead
A little less talk and a little more action
And a few more rednecks is what we need

Now they're tryin' to take my guns away
That would be just fine
If you take â~em away from the criminals first
I'll gladly give ya mine

And I don't mind payin' taxes
But it makes my temper itch
When my hard earned money goes
Just to make some politician rich

What most people call a redneck
Ain't nothin' but a workin' man
He makes his livin' by the sweat of his brow
The calluses on his hands

Now you intellectuals may not like it
But there ain't nothin' you can do
'Cause there's a whole lot more of us common-folks
Then there ever will be of you

What this world needs is a few more rednecks
Some people ain't afraid to take a stand
What this world needs is a little more respect
For the Lord and the law and the workin' man

We could use a little peace and satisfaction
Some good people up front to take the lead
A little less talk and a little more action
And a few more rednecks is what we need
And a few more rednecks is what we need


55.This Ain't No Rag, It's a Flag

Lyricist：T Crain, Charlie Daniels, T Digregorio, F Edwards, C Hayward,
J Marshall

This ain't no rag, it's a flag
And we don't wear it on our heads
It's a symbol of the land where the good guys live
Are you listening to what I said

You're a coward and a fool and you broke all the rules
And you wounded our American pride
And now we're coming with a gun and you know you're gonna run
But you can't find no place to hide

We're gonna hunt you down like a mad dog hound
Make you pay for the live you stole
We're all through talking and a messing around
And now it's time to rock and roll

Well, these colors don't run and we speak as one
When we say united we stand
If you mess with one, you mess with us all
Every boy, girl, woman and man

You've been acting mighty rash and talking that trash
Let me give you some advice
You can crawl back in your hole like a dirty little mole
But now it's time to pay the price

You might of shot us in the back, now you have to face the fact
That the big boys' in the game
And the thunder's been crashing and the lightening's been
flashing
And now it's getting ready to rain

This is the United States of America
The land of the brave and free
We believe in God, we believe in justice
We believe in liberty

You've been pulling our chain
We should've done something 'bout you a long time ago
But now the flag's flying high and the fur's gonna fly
Soon the whole world's gonna know

Well, this ain't no rag, it's a flag
Old glory red, white and blue
The stars and the stripes when it comes to a fight
We can do what we have to do

Our people stand proud
The American crowd is faithful, loyal and tough
We're good as the best and better than the rest
And you're gonna find out soon enough

When you look up in the sky and you see the eagle fly
You better know he's a heading your way
'Cause this ain't no rag, it's a flag
And it stands for the USA

USA
USA
USA
USA

When you look up in the sky and you see the eagle fly
You better know he's a heading your way
'Cause this ain't no rag, it's a flag
And it stands for the USA

USA
USA
USA
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