Live At Billy Bob's Texas (2015)

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    Southern Boy

    Well it's easy for a country boy to be misunderstood
    When the honky tonks are jumping and the girls are looking good
    Yeah, I get excited and some people think I'm rude
    It's the way my daddy raised me it's my rebel attitude

    I'm a southern boy
    Southern born and bred
    I've got Sweet Home Alabama buzzing all around in my head
    I'm right at home in Georgia or down in Caroline
    Yeah I'd be happy anywhere below that Mason-Dixon line

    A working and a sweating 'til I hear that whistle blow
    Country rock a cooking on my pick-up radio
    I rush home for a shower and put on my dancing shoes
    I get the Friday fever and the Sunday morning blues

    I'm a southern boy
    I like a rowdy crowd
    Put Bocephus on the jukebox and turn that sucker way up loud
    Don't need a reservation
    We're just a-having fun
    Yeah it's party time in Dixie
    Ya'll just come on down and get ya some

    From Rockingham to Birmingham
    Mobile to New Orleans
    Jacksonville to Copper Hill
    Pike to Bowling Green
    Layfayette to Somerset
    Boone to Rocky Mount
    If you don't live in Dixie then
    You're only camping out

    I'm a southern boy
    I say my sirs and ma'ams
    I'm kinda rough around the edges but I'm mighty proud of who I am
    Roll on Mississippi rock on Tennessee
    If it was good enough for Elvis you know it's good enough for me

    I said, if it was good enough for Elvis you know it's good enough for me
    Well if the King was crazy 'bout it then you know it's good enough for me​

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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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    Tangled Up In Blue

    Early one mornin' the sun was shinin'
    I was layin' in bed
    Wondrin' if she'd changed at all
    If her hair was still red
    Her folks they said our lives together
    Sure was gonna be rough
    They never did like
    Mama's homemade dress
    Papa's bank book wasn't big enough
    And I was standin' on the side of the road
    Rain fallin' on my shoes
    Heading out for the east coast
    Lord knows I've paid some dues
    Gettin' through
    Tangled up in blue

    She was married when we first met
    Soon to be divorced
    I helped her out of a jam I guess
    But I used a little too much force
    We drove that car as far as we could
    Abandoned it out west
    Split up on a dark sad night
    Both agreeing it was best
    She turned around to look at me
    As I was walkin' away
    I heard her say over my shoulder
    We'll meet again some day
    On the avenue
    Tangled up in blue

    I had a job in the great north woods
    Working as a cook for a spell
    But I never did like it all that much
    And one day the axe just fell
    So I drifted down to New Orleans
    Where I was looking for to be employed
    Workin' for a while on a fishin' boat
    Right outside of Delacroix
    But all the while I was alone
    The past was close behind
    I seen a lot of women
    But she never escaped my mind
    And I just grew
    Tangled up in blue

    She was workin' in a topless place
    And I stopped in for a beer
    I just kept lookin' at the side of her face
    In the spotlight so clear
    And later on as the crowd thinned out
    I's just about to do the same
    She was standing there in back of my chair
    Said to me, Don't I know your name?
    I muttered somethin' under my breath
    She studied the lines on my face
    I must admit I felt a little uneasy
    When she bent down to tie the laces
    Of my shoe
    Tangled up in blue

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    The Legend of Wooley Swamp

    ​If you ever go back in Wooley Swamp well 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 Lucius 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 Wooley Swamp way back in Booger 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 Lucius Clay was a greedy old man
    And that's all there ever was to it

    [Chorus]

    The Cagle boys were white trash they lived over on Carver's Creek
    They were mean as a snake and sneaky as a cat
    And belligerent when they'd speak
    One night the oldest brother said ya'll meet in the Wooley Swamp later
    We'll take ol' Lucius' money and we'll feed 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
    as 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 went under
    They could hear that old man laughing
    In a voice as loud as thunder

    Now that's been fifty years ago an' if you go back by there yet
    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
    down by the dark footpath
    You can hear three young men screaming
    And you can hear one old man laugh

    [Repeat verse 1]

    [Chorus]

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    El Toreador

    He was nobly born
    And a Spanish bull's horn
    Had left one scar on his handsome face 

    He stood like a prince
    And he had ever since
    He had grandly walked into the place

    Though the girls of Madrid
    Tonight were forbid
    For tomorrow he must fight once more

    Before he left the ball
    He would dance with them all
    'Cause he was El Toreador

    The day of the feast
    Was just a light in the east
    When he left Maria's warm bed

    Her dark eyes said "more"
    But he walked thru the door
    Shaking cobwebs of dreams from his head

    And later that day
    As he knelt to pray
    He said God grant me this nothing more

    If it is the way
    And I must die today
    Let me die like a Toreador

    The Plaza del Toros
    Shook from the roar
    As the band played the Toreador's theme

    Alarmed by the sound
    The bull paws the ground
    As the Toreador enters the ring

    Up and down,
    Round and round
    On and on, all alone

    The shouts of olé
    In the heat of the day
    Rushed the hot blood to his Spanish heart

    And the crowd held their breath
    As he flirted with death
    And the bull fighter's sword found it's mark

    And trying to hide
    The wound in his side
    He walked from the ring standing tall

    And a crowd gathered round
    As he fell to the ground
    A priest held his hand
    Where he lay in the sand
    And he was heard to say
    A brave bull died today
    But he died like a Toreador​

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    (What This World Needs Is) A Few More Rednecks

    What this world needs is a few more rednecks
    Some people ain't afraid to take a stand
    What this world needs is a little more respect
    For the Lord and the law and the workin' man
    We could use a little peace and satisfaction
    Some good people up front to take the lead
    A little less talk and a little more action
    And a few more rednecks is what we need

    I was raised on beans and cornbread
    And I like my chicken fried
    Yes, I drive a pickup truck
    And I'm full of American pride
    I keep a Bible on my table
    I got a flag out on my lawn
    And I don't believe in mindin'
    No one's business but my own

    And I love them Rambo movies
    I think they make a lot of sense
    And it's a shame ole John Wayne
    Didn't live to run for president

    And I don't care what nobody says
    I don't trust ole Gorbachev
    And I don't know who turned him on
    But it's time to turn him off

    What this world needs is a few more rednecks
    Some people ain't afraid to take a stand
    What this world needs is a little more respect
    For the Lord and the law and the workin' man
    We could use a little peace and satisfaction
    Some good people up front to take the lead
    A little less talk and a little more action
    And a few more rednecks is what we need

    Now they're tryin' to take my guns away
    And that would be just fine
    If you take ‘em away from the criminals first
    I'll gladly give ya mine
    And I don't mind payin' taxes
    But it makes my temper itch
    When my hard earned money goes
    To make some politician rich

    What most people call a redneck
    Ain't nothin' but a workin' man
    And he makes his livin'
    By the sweat of his brow
    And the calluses on his hands
    Now you intellectuals may not like it
    But there ain't nothin' that you can do
    Cause there's a whole lot more of us common-folks
    Then there ever will be of you

    What this world needs is a few more rednecks
    Some people ain't afraid to take a stand
    What this world needs is a little more respect
    For the Lord and the law and the workin' man
    We could use a little peace and satisfaction
    Some good people up front to take the lead
    A little less talk and a little more action
    And a few more rednecks is what we need

    That's what we need
    And a few more rednecks is what we need

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    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 our enemies 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

    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

    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

    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

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    Black Ice

    Instrumental
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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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    I'll Be Your Baby Tonight

    Close your eyes, close your door
    You don't have to worry any more
    I'll be your baby tonight.

    Shut the light, shut the shade
    You don't have to be afraid
    I'll be your baby tonight.

    Well, that mockingbird's gonna sail away
    We're gonna forget it
    That big, fat moon is gonna shine like a spoon
    But we're gonna let it
    You won't regret it.

    Kick your shoes off, do not fear
    Bring that bottle over here
    I'll be your baby tonight.

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    Folsom Prison Blues

    I hear the train a comin'
    It's rolling round the bend
    And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when,
    I'm stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin' on
    But that train keeps a rollin' on down to San Antone..
    When I was just a baby my mama told me. Son,
    Always be a good boy, don't ever play with guns.
    But I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die
    When I hear that whistle blowing, I hang my head and cry..

    I bet there's rich folks eating in a fancy dining car
    They're probably drinkin' coffee and smoking big cigars.
    Well I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free
    But those people keep a movin'
    And that's what tortures me...

    Well if they freed me from this prison,
    If that railroad train was mine
    I bet I'd move it on a little farther down the line
    Far from Folsom prison, that's where I want to stay
    And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away.....

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    How Great Thou Art

    O Lord, my God, when I in awesome wonder
    Consider all the worlds Thy Hands have made;
    I see the sun, I hear the rolling thunder,
    Thy power throughout the universe displayed

    When Christ shall come with shout of acclamation
    And lead me home, what joy shall fill my heart!
    Then I shall bow with humble adoration,
    And then proclaim, "My God, how great Thou art!"

    Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
    How great Thou art, how great Thou art.
    Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
    How great Thou art, how great Thou art!

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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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    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.