Fire on the Mountain (1974)

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    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

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    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

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    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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    Georgia

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

    Well the St. Mary's River in the Georgia moonlight
    Flowing under the Folkston Bridge
    The sun comes up through the long leaf pine trees
    Over 'round the Kingsland ridge
    I may be 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​

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    Feeling Free

    ​Jamming down the highway, feeling no pain
    Mother nature, two wheels and a chain
    It's good to be alive and brighter
    Whisper in my ear, girl, hold on a little tighter

    You know it's alright. living and lovin every day and night
    Thankin' the lord for the music in me
    Piece of mind and feeling free

    Soon I'll be on the road, pickin guitar
    Knowing that my home ain't very far
    But don't you worry sweet thing cause you know I'll be there
    To kiss my tennessee girl with the long golden hair

    [Repeat chorus]

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    The South's Gonna Do It (Again)

    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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    New York City, King Sized Rosewood Bed

    Drove back to Birmingham
    Let the sunshine on my hair
    Going back to Birmingham
    Let the sunshine on my hair
    Leave all the things that lay beside your
    New York City, king sized rosewood bed

    You and me, oh mama
    You got fire in your eyes
    Lightning in your fingertips 
    Make my fever rise
    You a hoochie-coochie woman
    You're just the devil in disguise

    Going to take all my back luck
    Hitch it to the ride in time
    Going to take all my back luck
    Hitch it to the ride in time
    I'll be back in Alabama before the day is done
    Going back to Birmingham
    Let the sunshine on my hair
    Going back to Birmingham
    Let the sunshine on my head
    Leave all the things that lay beside your
    New York City woman, and your 
    New York City king sized rosewood bed​

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    No Place To Go (Live)

    When A man's been mistreated 
    When he been kicked around 
    He been laughed at and lied to 
    Well yea know he keeps going down

    When A man hits bottom 
    Woman I know, Yes I know 
    Ain't no place left to go 
    Ain't no place left to go 

    I been locked down by A woman 
    Locked out in the street 
    I been locked up in the jailhouse 
    I been locked in (citation needed)

    When A man hits bottom 
    Tell you for sure 
    Ain't no place left to go 
    Ain't no place left to go 

    Well... blue is my color 
    Misery my ball and chain
    13 is my number 
    Hard luck is my middle name 

    When A man hits bottom 
    Tell you for sure 
    Ain't no place left to go 
    Ain't no place left to go

    Well... blue is my color 
    Misery my ball and chain
    13 is my number 
    Hard luck is my middle name  

    When a man hits bottom 
    Tell you for sure 
    Ain't no place left to go 
    Ain't no place left to go
    Ain't no place left to go
    Oh yea 
    Ain't no place left to go

    When a man,- Hits the...
    Bottom

    I tell you for sure
    Oooooooooo 
    Welllll,... even
    There ain't no place left to.
    Go
    Whoah yea
    Whaaa yea
    Whaa yea
    Drums
    Whaaa nonono
    No no no n0000ooowhoa000hh.

  • 9

    Orange Blossom Special (Live)

    Instrumental