Nightrider (1975)

  • 1

    Texas

    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 your like and shove 'em on up the line
    People in Texas don't care if the sun don't shine​

  • 2

    Willie Jones

    Willie Jones was a man I met when I lived in Baltimore
    I was a guard and he was doing time
    In the three long years he stayed there I got to know him well
    Willie Jones he was a friend of mine

    He used to say buddy you know where I'm going when they let me out of here
    Alabama could be heaven if the Lord was there
    And he talked about the southland though he'd drifted from its shores
    I never seen a man who loved it more

    He talked about the whippoorwills in the Alabama night
    Honeysuckle vine and sugar cane
    Swimming holes and fishing poles and early morning frost
    And sleeping under a tin roof when it rained

    He talked about a country road and a cabin in the pines
    And a girl with wavy long chestnut brown hair
    He talked about the beauty of his Blue Ridge Mountain home
    And darn near made me think that I was there

    He used to say buddy you know where I'm going when they let me out of here
    Alabama could be heaven if the Lord was there
    When a man ain't got no freedom the time sure passes slow
    Willie Jones had ten long years to go

    It's been almost a years now since that hot night in July
    Willie hit the guard and jumped the fence
    I had my rifle ready but I couldn't let it fly
    I shot over his head and we ain't seen him since

    Then last week the postman brought a letter to my door
    Marked No Return Address and No Reply
    It just said nobody north of Birmingham is gonna see this boy again
    But if you're ever down our way won't you please drop by

    He used to say buddy you know where I'm going when they let me out of here
    Alabama could be heaven if the Lord was there
    And he talked about the southland though he'd drifted from its shores
    I never seen a man who loved it more​

  • 3

    Franklin Limestone

    Franklin Limestone, always been my home
    I was born in Nashville, a place I call my own
    Where the mountains, and the rivers, and the valleys
    We were married, you and me

    We were both so happy just being together
    Like a possum in the wood
    So please forgive me if I forget to tell you
    What you mean to me

    Hard cold winter took away my mother
    Papa got the fever, Lord he said he couldn't leave her
    You carried me through bad times, through the worst times
    You were my driving wheel

    We were both so happy just being together
    Like a possum in the wood
    So please forgive me if I forget to tell you
    What you mean to me

    Workin in a coal mine, slaving in the day time
    Lookin to the Good Lord for any peace of mind
    The feeling if you left me on that hillside
    Would break this heart of mine

    We were both so happy just being together
    Like a possum in the wood
    So please forgive me if I forget to tell you
    Lord, what you mean to me​

  • 4

    Evil

    I was born way back in the woods & swamp
    On the Hickory River shore
    In a dirty old one-room pine-log shack
    With sawdust on the floor
    Was a graveyard out in the back of the house
    And a skull up over the door
    I been handling snakes since I was three
    And I ain't gonna take it no more
    Cause I'm evil
    Keeps pouring out of me
    I said I'm evil
    Keeps pouring out of me
    All my life I've been evil as I can be

    My daddy was a Louisiana mojo man
    The devil followed him around
    You always know when grass wouldn't grow
    Where his foot wouldn't touch the ground
    My momma could snap her fingers
    And make the fire come tumbling down
    I'm the seventh son of the seventh son
    You better not mess around
    I said I'm evil
    Keeps pouring out of me
    Evil
    Keeps pouring out of me
    All my life I've been evil as I can be​

  • 5

    Everything Is Kinda All Right

    Early mornin' sun shines through the bubbles in my bed
    The whistle on the westbound leaves a come on in my ear

    I think today is Sunday but I'm just to drunk to say
    But there ain't no to sweat it hell its just another day 

    Everything is kinda alright
    We gonna make it through the long night
    Everything is gonna work out alright
    'Long as we keepa movin’ on

    Last nights cigarettes are still smokin' in my mind
    I need to get myself together but I just can't find the time

    I'd like to go to California but you can't get very far
    On an empty pack of Zig-Zags and a out of tune guitar 

    Everything is kinda alright
    We gonna make it through the long night
    Everything is gonna work out alright
    'Long as we keepa movin'​

  • 6

    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

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    Birmingham Blues

    Sittin' here in L.A., looking down at my shoes
    Drownin' my troubles on small talk and booze
    Sittin' here wonderin' if I could have been born to lose

    I think movin' is losin' and now I can see
    I let a false hearted woman make a fool outta me
    And now all I got left now is a bad case of Birmingham Blues

    [Chorus:]
    Days are alright
    I can't take these, L.A. nights
    This place is a jungle when a man's on his own
    I wish I could go home

    Had me a fine woman down in Birmingham town
    Took care of my money and she didn't play around 
    All I got left now is a bad case of Birmingham Blues

    [Chorus]

    [Instrumentals]

    [Repeat 1st verse]

    [Repeat 2nd verse]
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    Damn Good Cowboy

    He's the loosest dude I've ever been exposed to
    He loves a bottle and a dirty joke
    He likes to hang out on the street
    And he'd druther fight than eat
    And his nose and the women keep him broke 

    He's been in every jail from here to Juarez
    And every funky old backstreeet saloon
    He's a victim of his fate
    Born a hundred years too late
    But sometimes I think
    A hundred years too soon

    He's a outlaw, He's a bum
    He's a rounder and then some
    He's as ornery as a redneck fool can be
    He ain't ever gonna be no different
    He's a damn good cowboy
    And I hope to hell he stays in Tennessee

    He didn't finish school or go to college
    When he turned 16 he just had to go
    And while everyone who did
    Was building homes and having kids
    He was out West ridin' in some rodeo

    He got busted up in Cheyenne last September
    And he had to get his hat and pack his trunk
    And he came on back to town,
    He just kinda hangs around
    He's the local hero and the local drunk

    He's a outlaw, He's a bum
    He's a rounder and then some
    He's as ornery as a redneck fool can be
    He ain't ever gonna be no different
    He's a damn good cowboy
    And I hope to hell he stays in Tennessee

    You may think he's a little crazy
    And you may think that where he's at's nowhere
    And in your righteous sight,
    You just might be right
    But he damn sure did have fun gettin' there

    He's a outlaw, He's a bum
    He's a rounder and then some
    He's as ornery as a redneck fool can be
    And if you don't like him you won't like me either
    He's a damn good cowboy
    And I hope to hell he stays in Tennessee​

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    Tomorrow's Gonna Be Another Day

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

    Tomorrow morning 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 of that railroad track
    I got little green weeds growing 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​