Country: The Charlie Daniels Band (2013)

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    The South's Gonna Do It (Again) (Live)

    Well, the train to Grinderswitch 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 Skynyrd's pickin' down in Jacksonville
    People down in Georgia come from near and far
    To hear Richard Betts pickin' on that red guitar

    [Chorus:]
    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 CDB

    [Chorus]
    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
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    Drinkin' My Baby Goodbye (Live)

    Sittin' on a bar stool actin' like a durn fool
    That's what I'm a doin' today
    Sitting' her drinkin' tryin' to keep from thinkin'
    I'm a boozin' my troubles away
    Well now I couldn't make her stay, well doggone her anyway
    She can't say that I didn't try
    So pour me another one
    Im finished with the other one
    I'm drinkin' my baby goodbye

    Spoken:
    Everytime 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

    Repeat Chorus

    Every time I triy to sit down and talk to her
    It always ends up in a fuss
    I tried to reason with her right up to the time
    She got on that Greyhound bus
    It'd be better if I could forget her
    'Cause she sure forgot about me
    And if takes all night I'm gonna' do it right
    I'm gonna' sit here till I can't see

    Repeat Chorus

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    The Legend of Wooley Swamp (Live)

    ​If you ever go back in 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
    There's 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 it walks around

    [Chorus:]
    But I couldn't believe it, I just had to find out for myself
    And I couldn't conceive it, I never would listen to nobody else
    No I couldn't believe it, I just had to find out for myself
    That there's some things in this world you just can't explain

    The old man lived in the Wooley Swamp way back in Booger Woods
    And he never did do a lot of harm in the world
    But he never did do no good
    People didn't think too much of him
    They all thought he acted funny
    The old man didn't care about people anyway
    All he cared about was his money
    He'd stuff it all down in Mason jars and bury it all around
    But on certain nights if the moon was right
    He'd dig it up out of the ground
    He'd pour it all out on the floor of his shack
    And run his fingers through it
    Old Lucius Clay was a greedy old man
    And that's all there ever was to it

    [Chorus]

    The Cagle boys were 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 ya'll meet in the Wooley Swamp later
    We'll take ol' Lucius' money and we'll feed him to the alligators
    They found the old man out in the back with a shovel in his hand
    And thirteen rusty Mason jars he just dug up out of the sand
    And they all went crazy and they beat the old man
    Then they picked him up off the ground
    Then they threw him in the swamp and they stood there and laughed
    as the black water sucked him down
    Then they turned around and went back to the shack
    And they picked up the money and ran
    But they hadn't gone nowhere when they realized
    They were running in quicksand
    And they struggled and screamed but they couldn't get away
    Then just before they went under
    They could hear that old man laughing
    In a voice as loud as thunder

    Now that's been fifty years ago an' if you go back by there yet
    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
    down by the dark footpath
    You can hear three young men screaming
    And you can hear one old man laugh

    [Repeat verse 1]

    [Chorus]

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    El Toreador (Live)

    He was nobly born
    And a Spanish bull's horn
    Had left one scar on his handsome face 

    He stood like a prince
    And he had ever since
    He had grandly walked into the place

    Though the girls of Madrid
    Tonight were forbid
    For tomorrow he must fight once more

    Before he left the ball
    He would dance with them all
    'Cause he was El Toreador

    The day of the feast
    Was just a light in the east
    When he left Maria's warm bed

    Her dark eyes said "more"
    But he walked thru the door
    Shaking cobwebs of dreams from his head

    And later that day
    As he knelt to pray
    He said God grant me this nothing more

    If it is the way
    And I must die today
    Let me die like a Toreador

    The Plaza del Toros
    Shook from the roar
    As the band played the Toreador's theme

    Alarmed by the sound
    The bull paws the ground
    As the Toreador enters the ring

    Up and down,
    Round and round
    On and on, all alone

    The shouts of olé
    In the heat of the day
    Rushed the hot blood to his Spanish heart

    And the crowd held their breath
    As he flirted with death
    And the bull fighter's sword found it's mark

    And trying to hide
    The wound in his side
    He walked from the ring standing tall

    And a crowd gathered round
    As he fell to the ground
    A priest held his hand
    Where he lay in the sand
    And he was heard to say
    A brave bull died today
    But he died like a Toreador​

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    Simple Man (Live)

    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
    There's crooked politicians and crime in the street
    And I'm madder'n hell and I ain't gonna take it no more.

    We tell our kids to just say no
    Then some panty waist judge lets a drug dealer go
    Slaps him on the wrist and then he turns him back out on the town.

    Now if I had my way with people sellin' dope
    I'd take a big tall tree and a short piece of rope
    I'd hang 'em up high and let 'em swing 'til the sun goes down

    Well, you know what's wrong with the world today
    People done gone and put their Bible's away
    They're living by the law of the jungle not the law of the land
    The good book says it so I know it's the truth
    An eye for and eye and a tooth for a tooth
    You better watch where you go and remember where you been
    That's the way I see it I'm a Simple Man.

    Now I'm the kinda man that'd not harm a mouse
    But if I catch somebody breakin in my house
    I've got twelve guage shotgun waiting on the other side

    So don't go pushing me against my will
    I don't want to have to fight you but I dern sure will
    So if you don't want trouble then you'd better just pass me on by

    As far as I'm concerned there ain't no excuse
    For the raping and the killing and the child abuse
    And I've got a way to put an end to all that mess

    Just take them rascals out in the swamp
    Put 'em on their knees and tie 'em to a stump
    Let the rattlers and the bugs and the alligators do the rest

    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 go and remember where you been
    That's the way I see it I'm a Simple Man​

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    Hard Headed Woman (Live)

    Lyrics are not available
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    Long Haired Country Boy (Live)

    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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    Little Folks (Live)

    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?
    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 God's 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
    You'd best enjoy them while you can
    So soon they fly away...

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    In America (Live)

    Well the eagle's been flyin' slow
    And the flag's been flyin' low
    And a lot of 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 fell
    And if our enemies 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 fooled you )
    Yeah, we're walkin' 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 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 fooled you )
    Yeah, we're walkin' 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 fooled you )
    Yeah, we're walkin' real proud
    And we're talkin' real loud again (In America)
    You never did think
    That it ever would happen again

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    Still In Saigon (Live)

    (Dan Daley)

    Got on a plane in 'Frisco
    And got off in Vietnam
    I walked into a different world
    The past forever gone

    I could have gone to Canada
    Or I could have stayed in school
    But I was brought up differently
    I couldn't break the rules

    Thirteen months and fifteen days
    The last ones were the worst
    One minute I'd kneel down and pray
    And the next I'd stand and curse

    No place to run to
    Where I did not feel that war
    When I got home I stayed alone
    And checked behind each door

    'Cause I'm still in Saigon
    Still in Saigon
    I am still in Saigon
    In my mind

    The ground at home was covered in snow
    And I was covered in sweat
    My younger brother calls me a killer
    And my daddy calls me a vet

    Everybody says I'm someone else
    And I'm sick and there's no cure
    Damned if I know who I am
    There was only one place I was sure

    When I was still in Saigon
    Still in saigon
    I am still in saigon
    In my mind

    Every summer when it rains
    I smell the jungle, I hear the planes
    I can't tell no one, I feel ashamed
    Afraid some day I'll go insane

    That's been ten long years ago
    And time has gone on by
    Now and then I catch myself
    Eyes searching through the sky

    All the sounds of long ago
    Will be forever in my head
    Mingled with the wounded cries
    And the silence of the dead

    'Cause I'm still in Saigon
    Still in Saigon
    I am still in Saigon
    In my mind

    I am still in Saigon
    I am still in Saigon
    Yes, I'm still in Saigon
    In my mind

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    Orange Blossom Special (Live)

    Instrumental
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    The Devil Went Down To Georgia (Live)

    The Devil went down to Georgia. He was lookin' for a soul to steal.

    He was in a bind 'cause he was way behind. He was willing to make a deal

    When he came across this young man sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot.

    And the Devil jumped upon 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'd care to take a dare I'll make a bet with you.

    Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy, but give the Devil his due.

    I'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.

    And he pulled the bow across the strings and it made an evil 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 ol' son,

    But sit down in that chair right there and let me show you how it's done."

     

    "Fire on the Mountain." Run, boys, run!

    The Devil's in the house of the rising sun;

    Chicken's in the bread pan picking out dough.

    Granny, does your dog bite? No, child, no.

     

    The Devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat.

    And he laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Johnny's feet.

    Johnny said, "Devil, just come on back. If you ever wanna try again,

    I done told you once—you son of a gun—I'm the best that's ever been."

    And he played:

     

    "Fire on the Mountain." Run, boys, run!

    The Devil's in the house of the rising sun;

    The chicken's in the bread pan picking out dough.

    Granny, will your dog bite? No, child, no.