A Decade of Hits (1983)

  • 1

    The Devil Went Down to Georgia

    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 bitch—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.

  • 2

    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
  • 3

    Stroker's Theme

    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 
    And 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 racecar 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 ‘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 aint 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 

    Ahh, you good lookin’ devil you

  • 4

    Uneasy Rider

    I was takin a trip out to L.A.
    Toolin along in my Cheverolet
    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

    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

    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 yer 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

    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 yer 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
    And 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 betchya 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 wouldda 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 figgered 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

    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

  • 5

    Let It Roll

    When I was a boy on my daddys knee
    thats when he said these words to me,
    said listen to what I'm gonna tell you son,
    and you can help the world go round.
    dont climb no mountain cause you might slip,
    and i know you'll drown if saving ships,
    heres a gutair all shiny and red,
    and it makes a magic sound.

    roll, roll, let it roll,
    let it flood down to your soul,
    let it talk, let it swing,
    play that music, let it ring.

    now you can pick buddy holly,
    chuck berry to, and you can do anything that you wanna do,
    wont cause no harm, and never started no wars,
    and it sounds like father rain.
    they can call it county, they can call it rock,
    but I'll play this supper till the day I drop,
    if you got any troubles just tune on in
    cause it'll ease away your pain.

    roll, roll, let it roll,
    let it flood down to your soul,
    let it talk, let it swing,
    play that music, let it ring.

    some folks get them college degrees,
    and then they open up an office
    and they charge big fees,
    I never was good for much at all,
    except for playin kinda loud.
    I could feel it in my feet, hear it in my head,
    I even played that music when I'm laying in bed,
    it never did get me anywhere at all, but it makes me kinda proud.

    roll, roll, let it roll,
    let it flood down to your soul,
    let it talk, let it swing,
    play that music, let it ring.

    come on and roll, roll, let it roll,
    let it flood down to your soul,
    let it talk, let it swing,
    play that music, let it ring.

  • 6

    In America

    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 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

    [CHORUS]
    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

    [CHORUS]
    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

    [Instrumental]

    [CHORUS]
    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​

  • 7

    Still In Saigon

    Written By 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

    Cuz 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

    'Cuz 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

  • 8

    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 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 walkin' too

    But 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

    A poor girl wants to marry, a rich girl wants to flirt
    A rich man goes to college, 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

    'Cause 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​
  • 9

    The Legend of Wooley Swamp

    If you ever go back in Wooly Swamp son 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 Lucias 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 Wooly Swamp way back in the gurgling 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 Lucias Clay was a greedy old man
    And that's all there ever was to it

    [Chorus]

    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 ya'll meet in the Wooly Swamp later
    We'll get old Lucias' money and we'll pitch 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
    Till 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 were gone
    They could hear that old man laughing
    In a voice that was loud and strong

    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 the dark footpath
    You can hear three young men screaming
    And you can hear that old man laugh

    [Repeat verse 1]

    [Chorus]
  • 10

    Every Time I See Him

    Thinks he's a tough guy
    Superfly
    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 hisself in jail
    Living on the back street
    Concrete
    Fast feet
    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
    Doin' that cold sweat
    In debt
    Upset
    Hidin' in the back room keepin' out of sight

    Walkin' that tough walk
    Jive talk
    Double cross
    Sneakin' down the side street hidin' from the sun
    Makin' them big plans
    Business man
    Also-ran
    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 money 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 buiried 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