Homesick Heroes (Out of Print in USA) (1988)

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    Boogie Woogie Fiddle Country Blues

    Every time I hear a fiddle and it's cookin' just a little
    Well it makes me want to jump up and run
    And if he's sawing with some soul boogie woogie rock n' roll
    Well I know I'm gonna have some fun
    And when the resin starts to fly and I'm looking in the eye
    Like I'm just about to blow a fuse
    Mama call the doctor 'cause your boy has got 

    The rocking Boogie Woogie Fiddle Country Blues

    I met a man from Tenessee this is what he said to me
    He said music is a rhapsody
    He picked up his violin stuck it underneath his chin
    And started playing me a symphony
    I said that ain't the way it's done let me see that fiddle son
    And I sawed him off a chorus or two
    He said you'd better call the doctor 'cause I think I've got

    The rocking Boogie Woogie Fiddle Country Blues

    Now if you want to play me some fiddle
    I'll tell you right from the start
    You'd better play me something lowdown hoedown honking
    I don't want to hear no funeral march
    It's got to pick me up and roll me over
    It's got to make me want to jump up and sing
    If it ain't buzzing like a beehive, kick it into overdrive
    Or it don't mean a doggone thing
    So let me resin up my bow and I think I can show you
    The way I like to play this thing
    Let's put some boogie rhythm in it kick it on up to the limit
    I'm gonna put some fire on these strings
    And if you feel your feet start moving to the beat
    And you feel like you've got ants in your shoes
    Well you'd better call the doctor 'cause you've probably got

    The rocking Boogie Woogie Fiddle Country Blues​

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    Alligator

    Lyrics are not available
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    Get Me Back to Dixie

    Lyrics are not available
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    Boogie Woogie Man

    Lyrics are not available
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    Cowboy Hat in Dallas

    Well there ain't no grapes in California, and there ain't no spuds in Idaho
    Ain't no snow in Minnesota, they don't get hot in El Paso
    And there ain't no baked beans up in Boston, and no river in St. Lou
    Ain't no grizzlies in Alaska and the Astrodome is blue
    And there ain't a cowboy hat in Dallas if I ain't in love with you

    Well there ain't no M in Massechusetts, and there ain't no K in Kankakee
    And there ain't T in Tallahassee, there ain't no B.S. in D.C.
    Ain't no beer in Bogalusa, ain't no beach in Malibu
    Ain't no cars in Carson City, ain't no water in Waterloo
    And there ain't a guitar pick in Nashville if I ain't in love with you

    [BRIDGE:]
    How am I gonna make you see that all I wanna do is make you mine
    You won't believe a word I say so I'm just gonna try it one more time
    One more time
    And there ain't no tide in Tuscaloosa, no jambalaya in Lafayette
    And there ain't no oil in Oklahoma, and Arizona's soakin' wet
    And I ain't ever givin' up in spite of all you put me thru
    I'm gonna tell ya one more time, baby you know it's true
    Ain't a Chevrolet in Detroit if I ain't in love with you

    [SOLO]

    You won't believe a word I say so I'll just have to try it one more time
    One more time
    Well there ain't no mountains in Montana, ain't no pines in Caroline
    And there ain't rivers in Mississippi, ain't no Mason-Dixon Lines, and ya know that's fine
    Ain't no longhorn cows in Texas, ain't no streets in Kalamazoo
    Ain't no losers in Las Vegas, ain't no creeks in Caribou
    Ain't a cowboy hat in Dallas if I ain't in love with you
    Ain't a cowboy hat in Dallas if I ain't in love with you​

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    Big Bad John

    Lyrics are not available
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    Midnight Train

    Midnight train, roll on
    Midnight train, roll on

    Clear them tracks and keep that whistle blowin
    Take this stranger on to Santa Fe
    It seems like romance and danger
    Follow this here tall dark stranger all along the way

    Well the train was rumblin through the night heading south to Santa Fe
    And in a fancy car, with a private bar, and a personal valet
    There was a bunch of cold eyed men a sittin at a poker table
    Bettin hot stakes all around

    Ole Louisiana Lou had a knife in his shoe, was dealin' a hand of cards
    And ole Stagger Lee Crocket had a gun in his pocket, was sweatin bettin hard
    And over in the corner this Mexican guy with two gold teeth and a patch on his eye
    Took a long hard look around

    And then the door flew open, the stranger walked in and said don't ya'll get excited
    I know this here's a private game, and I know I wasn't invited
    But I got a roll that'd choke a mule
    I'm just about a big enough fool to lay it all right down

    And everybody nodded as the stranger took his seat
    He knew this bunch of cutthroat's would be mighty hard to beat
    As the stranger knew then the toughest two by far were where he sat
    Was a pot belly fellow from south Alabama, and a dude in a black felt hat

    Midnight Train, roll on
    Midnight Train, roll on

    Well clear them tracks and keep that whistle blowin
    Take this stranger on to Santa Fe
    It seems like romance and danger
    Follow this here tall dark stranger all along the way

    Well the stranger sat down he looked around at all them evil faces
    And the pot-belly fellow drew a pair of queens, but the stranger he drew aces
    And he kept on raising and pushin his luck, kept on winning like a run away truck
    He was giving them a beating

    And the stakes got higher than a Chinese kite, the stranger kept getting hot
    Till every cent everybody had was lying out in that pot
    Then the stranger threw down a royal flush, 
    Somebody said "Hey Man, that's enough friend I think you've been cheatin"

    And then the stranger picked the money up and said "Boys I better run"
    And then the bot-bellyed fella pulled a razor out and somebody pulled a gun
    They said "You may think you're a sly old fox, 
    you're gonna leave here in a long pine box
    if you don't leave that money alone"

    Just about then the lights went out, and they all started fussin
    And the lights came on, the stranger was gone, they all started cussin
    And they searched that train from front to rear
    The stranger he done disappeared, and all their money was gone

    When the train pulled in the station, with the whistle blowin loud
    A telegram was waitin, from the stranger for the crowd
    Said "Thank you for the money boys, but don't feel too outdone
    Cause It takes a dog to know a dog
    I'm a howlin son of a gun."

    Midnight Train, roll on
    Midnight Train, roll on

    Well clear them tracks and keep that whistle blowin
    Take this stranger on to Santa Fe
    It seems like romance and danger
    Follow this here tall dark stranger all along the way​

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    Honky Tonk Avenue

    Oh the wino on the sidewalk is lookin' old and tired and sick
    While the hooker in the doorway
    Leaves to turn another trick
    And the jukebox in the caberet
    Is blarin' out the blues
    But the blues is just a way of life
    On honky-tonk Avenue

    Where the swingers and the hustlers
    And the evening people dwell
    Where the neon shines toward heaven
    While it lights the way to hell

    Time to survive and time to stay alive 
    S'about all a man can do
    You can make it anywhere
    If you can make it out there
    On Honky-tonk Avenue

    Where all birds of a feather
    Were out here on the street in all kinds of weather
    Were all in this thing together
    Were just trying to make a living
    Just trying to get by

    It's a one-way street to nowhere
    Where nothing's as it seems
    It's a multi-car junkyard
    Full of a thousand broken dreams
    And it's the end of the line
    Where the sun don't shine
    And there's nothing left to lose
    Well it sure ain't a lot but it's all that we've got
    On Honky-tonk Avenue

    Where all birds of a feather
    Were out here on the street in all kinds of weather
    Were all in this thing together
    Were just trying to make a living
    Just trying to get by
    Were just trying to make a living
    Just trying to get by

    The wino on the sidewalk is lookin' old and tired and sick
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    You Can't Pick Cotton

    Lyrics are not available
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    Ill Wind

    Lyrics are not available
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    Uneasy Rider '88

    Me and my buddy got us a wild hair
    And figured we wanted to go somewhere
    So we loaded up in my ragtop Chevrolet
    We had a little bit of money
    And a whole lot of show
    And with Hank Jr. blaring on the radio
    We got us a tank full of gas
    And we was on our way

    We figured we'd go down to New Orleans
    We were barrelling down old 17
    When a man with a blinking red light
    Was on our tail
    He said you were doing 60 in a 45
    But I'm gonna let you go this time
    But if I catch you again
    I'm gonna slap you in the county jail

    We said thank you sir you sure been nice
    And you ain't gonna have to tell us twice
    And we were Southbound and down with the wind
    Blowing in our faces
    We kept on rolling and pretty soon
    The radio was cooking out a Haggard tune
    And we were pulling into Houston
    Checking out all them places

    I was feeling dry and I said I think
    We ought to stop and get ourselves a drink
    And old Jim said yeah 'cause we got time to kill
    We kept on rolling and I seen this spot
    And we pulled into the parking lot
    Of this place called the Cloud Nine Bar and Grill

    We walked through the door
    And the place was jammed
    The lights were low they had a punk rock band
    And some orange haired feller singing about suicide
    I said Jim this ain't our kind of place
    He said well let's just have one round anyway
    So against my better judgement we walked on inside
    Went up to the bar and we sat down
    This feller walked up and said I'll buy this round
    And he sat down on the barstool next to Jim

    He looked like a girl but he talked like a guy
    He had lipstick on and mascara in his eyes
    And everybody in that place looked just about like him
    I said Jim this ain't our kind of bar
    Let's just go on out and get back in the car
    'Cause there's gonna be trouble
    Ain't no sense in taking a chance
    We was getting up getting ready to leave
    When somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeve
    And this good looking girl was asking my buddy to dance

    I said Jim don't do it there's something missing
    There's fellers dancing and fellers kissing
    There's a feller in high heeled shoes wearing panty hose
    He said partner I just can't turn this down
    You just go over there and have one more round
    And I'll dance with the lady
    And we'll get on down the road

    So he walked away and left me alone
    But this funny looking feller kept coming on
    And he was making me mad with some of the things he said
    Then he put his hand on my knee
    I said if you don't get your paw off me
    I'm gonna locate your nose around
    The other side of your head

    He said I love it when you get that fire in your eye
    I said well partner try this on for size
    And I unloaded on him and he went out like a light
    Everybody in that place must have been his friend
    They all headed for me I said this is the end
    But where I come from we don't give up
    Without a fight

    They were screaming and yelling and scratching and clawing
    I was punching and hitting and kicking and pawing
    I was holding my own 'cause I've been in a scrap or two
    Old Jim come running up out of the blue
    And that gal he was with come running up too
    And proceeded to beat on me with a high heel shoe

    I grabbed her by the hair it came off in my hand
    And that beautiful girl was just a beautiful man
    And old Jim just got sick right there on the floor

    He dropped that dude like a shot from a gun
    Smeared his lipstick made his makeup run
    And me and old Jim started fighting our way to the door

    We lit out of there in that Chevrolet
    I put in on the floor and it stayed that way
    We were going down the highway
    Doing about a hundred and ten
    We were headed for home and we was getting nearer
    Then a red light came on the rear view mirror
    And that same blame cop was pulling us over again

    Now I'm sitting here in this county jail
    I had to call my daddy to go our bail
    But I learned me a lesson
    That I never will forget again
    I've done give up drinking I've give up bars
    And running around the country in souped up cars
    I'm going back where the women are women
    And the men are men​