Fiddle Fire: 25 Years of The Charlie Daniels Band (1998)

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    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
    Don't tell you your businesss, just mind 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

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    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 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.

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    High Lonesome

    Just you and me and a little white pup
    Sittin' here waiting for the sun to come up
    To keep the chill away
    Drinkin' our coffee at the first crack of dawn
    Watchin' a doe while she nuzzles her fawn
    It's my favorite time of the day

    [CHORUS:]
    High Lonesome
    God don't ever let this mountain change
    High Lonesome
    I hope you will always stay the same

    Sometimes in the evening when everything's still
    Sweet mountain music floats over the hill
    On a laurel-scented breeze
    Sometimes when nightbirds are scolding the mist
    I think I might know where heaven is
    It's just above the trees

    [CHORUS]
    High Lonesome
    God don't ever let this mountain change
    High Lonesome
    I hope you will always stay the same

    Watchin' my summertimes turnin' to falls
    Seein' my song growing honest and tall
    Keeps me satisfied
    If I live forever or I die today
    All I would ask is you just let me lay
    Here on this mountainside

    [CHORUS]
    High Lonesome
    God don't ever let this mountain change
    High Lonesome
    I hope you will always stay the same​

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    Fais Do Do

    Laissez le bon temps rouler! (Let the good times roll!)

    Hey baby won't you stop what you're doin'
    Go on home put your red dress on
    Tell you mama I said not to worry
    I'll have you home before the break of dawn
    Sonnier's got his squeeze box pumping
    Thibadeaux's got his fiddle out
    Meet me over by the side of the river
    There's big doins down at Boudreaux's house

    Take my bateaux down to the bayou
    Pole on over to the fais do do
    Don't be late
    Don't keep me waitin'
    Everybody's gonna go

    I wanna be there when the band starts playin'
    Zydeco music makes me wanna dance
    Sun's goin' down and a full moon's shinin'
    Mighty fine night for the big romance
    I've got a question, I just might pop it
    I know something that you don't know
    I got a ring of gold in my pocket
    Tonight's the night and you can't say no

    Take my bateaux down to the bayou
    Pole on over to the fais do do
    Don't be late
    Don't keep me waitin'
    Everybody's gonna go

    Take my bateaux down to the bayou
    Pole on over to the fais do do
    Don't be late
    Don't keep me waitin'
    Everybody's gonna go

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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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    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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    Drinkin' My Baby Goodbye

    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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    Fiddle Fire

    Instrumental
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    The Fiddle Player's Got the Blues

    When I woke up it was raining
    Well, I got soaked
    When I woke up this morning
    I was cold and wet and broken

    I ain't got no destination
    I'm just gonna follow my shoes
    I may run on up to Dallas
    But the fiddle player's got the blues

    Feel kinda like ol' Ray Charles
    And Georgia on my mind
    Sure wish I could get there
    I ain't got a dime

    These hard times that I'm having
    I guess they call it paying dues
    That's just how things get goin'
    When fiddle player's got the blues
    Yeah, he's got the blues

    They say playing in these beer joints
    Kinda keeps a man in touch
    Sure beats pickin' cotton
    But it just don't beat it much

    I guess it all comes down
    To whatever life you choose
    And you know I ain't complaining
    It's just the fiddle player's got the blues

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    Layla

    What will you do when you get lonely
    With nobody waitin by your side?
    You've been running and hiding much to long
    You know it's just your foolish pride

    Layla, you got me on my knees
    Layla, I'm begging darling please
    Layla, darling won't you ease my worried mind
    Layla, you got me on my knees
    Layla, I'm begging darling please

    Layla, you got me on my knees
    Layla, I'm begging darling please
    Layla, darling won't you ease my worried mind
    Layla, you got me on my knees
    Layla, I'm begging darling please

    Layla, you got me on my knees
    Layla, I'm begging darling please
    Layla, darling won't you ease my worried mind
    Layla, you got me on my knees
    Layla, I'm begging darling please

    Let's make the best of the situation
    Before I finally go insane.
    Please don't say we'll never find a way
    And tell me all --- my love's in vain

    Layla, you got me on my knees
    Layla, I'm begging darling please
    Layla, darling won't you ease my worried mind
    Layla, you got me on my knees
    Layla, I'm begging darling please

    Layla, you got me on my knees
    Layla, I'm begging darling please
    Layla, darling won't you ease my worried mind
    Layla, you got me on my knees
    Layla, I'm begging darling please​

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    Orange Blossom Special

    Instrumental
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    Talk to Me Fiddle

    Well if this old fiddle could talk
    If this old fiddle could sing
    Man if this old fiddle could only talk
    It could tell you some wondrous things
    Talk to me fiddle

    Tell me about when you came across the sea
    In the hands of a Jewish immigrant who was longing to be free
    And you were part of his life for forty years
    Through times both lean and fat
    As he raised his family and lived out his days
    In a New York tenement flat
    Talk to me fiddle

    Tell me about how that Cajun fiddlin' man
    Found you in a pawn shop and took you back down
    To the Louisiana bayou land
    You knew his wife and you knew his kids
    And you watched his family grow
    And you played your heart out Cajun style
    At the Louisiana Fais Do Do
    Well talk to me fiddle

    Then a big shot Yankee gambler found you down in New Orleans
    And took you up the river on the Mississippi Queen
    Then there came the day that you were all
    That he had left to lose
    And a black man won you in a poker game
    And taught you how to play the blues
    Cry for me fiddle

    The a young man from the mountains of Kentucky came along
    And he bought you for a dollar
    And took you all the way back home
    He gave you to his grandpa on his golden wedding day
    And the people would come from miles around just to hear the old man play
    Dance for me fiddle

    Then a hobo from Biloxi found you living in the rain
    And he got himself a free ride on a west-bound cattle train
    And you got off in Texas
    Where they play that western swing
    Where the people do the two-step
    And old Bob Wills was the king
    Swing for me fiddle

    If this old fiddle could talk
    If this old fiddle could sing
    Man if this old fiddle could only talk
    It could tell you some wondrous things
    You've been bouncing around America from sea to shining sea
    Now your traveling days are over fiddle 'cause you belong to me​