Volunteer Jam V 1979 - 1 (2013)

  • 1

    Caballo Diablo

    Wild as a coastal bronco, 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 'til I find
    That raven black stallion, who wears no man's brand
    With a wild restless spirit like mine

    Chorus:

    They call him Caballo Diablo
    Half horse and 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

    Repeat Chorus

    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 lifes blood of a horse and a man
    On the rocky Sierra below

    Repeat Chorus

  • 2

    Funky Junky

    You can mess around if you want to
    But there’s some thing a man don’t wanna do
    And if you see him comin’ walkin’ down the street
    You better jump back outta his way
    Everyone knows the streets get empty
    Every time he comes to town
    'Cause he’s got somethin’ in his left hip pocket
    Make a bulldog hug a hound

    Funky junky
    Funky junky

    Lives on Misery Boulevard
    About a half o’ mile south of the graveyard
    In a rundown leaky roof, funky old dirty floor
    One room pine log shack
    Lives on muskrat barbeque
    And he slieeps on a railroad track
    He gotta tiger in his living room
    He gotta monkey on his back

    Funky junky
    Funky junky

  • 3

    Jitterbug (feat. Taz Digregorio)

    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 bennies
    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​

  • 4

    Long Haired Country Boy

    People say I'm no good
    And crazy as a loon
    'Cause I get stoned in the mornin'
    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 talkin' 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 walkin' too

    But I ain't asking nobody for nothin'
    If I can't get it on my own
    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 nothin' 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
    You don't like the way I'm livin'
    You just leave this long haired country boy alone

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    Passing Lane

    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 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 farther 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'm moving 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'm moving like a fast train, gimme that passing lane
    And I'm gone, I'm packing my load a little further down the road​

  • 6

    Reflections

    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 wing

    Then you'd shake around and
    Oh, how you'd sing
    Just an old boy from Memphis
    With a big diamond ring
    A country girl's prayer
    And a city girl's dream, hail the king

    But it's all right now
    Keep on singin' loud
    It's all right 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 fallin' apart
    The houselights would fall
    And the music would start
    She'd be givin' us all a piece of her heart
    Once again

    But it's all right now
    Keep on singin' loud
    It's all right now
    Heaven should be proud

    It was October in St. Louis town
    When we heard that the Free Bird had fell to the ground
    And 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 all right now
    Keep on singin' loud
    It's all right now
    Heaven should be proud

  • 7

    Trudy

    Call up Trudy on the telephone
    Send a letter in the mail
    Tell her I'm hung up in Dallas
    And they won't let me outta this jail

    And if she asks you how I'm fairing
    Tell her I'm just about to lose my mind
    Worried about old John Lee Walker
    And the girl I left behind

    Now John 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 limosine
    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 .44 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 her I'm hung up in Dallas
    And they won't let me outta this jail

    If she asks you how I'm fairing
    Tell her I'm just about to lose my mind
    Worried about old John 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 blonde in a bar on DeBell
    I was flying high and feeling mean
    Poured down a bottle and a half of red eye
    I dropped 35 dollars in the slot machine

    And the boys in the back was dealing 7 card
    I set down and won me a 110
    I was raking in chips like Grant took Richmond
    Till big John Lee come a strolling in

    He ripped off the table like a 707
    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 boy in jail

    So call up Trudy on the telephone
    Send her a letter in the mail
    Tell her I'm hung up in Dallas
    And they won't let me outta this jail

    And if she asks you how I'm fairing
    Tell her I'm just about to lose my mind
    Worried about old John Lee Walker
    And the girl I left behind