Redneck Fiddlin' Man (2002)

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    Rock This Joint

    Some people call it rock, some people call it roll
    Some people call it boogie, some people call it soul.
    You can call it what you want, but it don't mean a thing
    When the drummer starts a-cooking and the band begins to swing.

    [CHORUS:]
    We're gonna rock this joint
    We're gonna rock this joint tonight
    We're gonna burn up the floor and then we'll do it some more
    We're gonna rock this joint tonight
    We're gonna rock this joint
    We're gonna push it till it's clean out of sight
    Me and the boys are gonna make a little noise
    We're gonna rock this joint tonight

    We're gonna turn up the music and turn down the lights
    Like we do it down in Dixie on a Saturday night
    Open up the windows and turn up the heat
    With a boggie woogie rockin' rollin' country kinda beat

    [CHORUS:]
    We're gonna rock this joint
    We're gonna rock this joint tonight
    We're gonna burn up the floor and then we'll do it some more
    We're gonna rock this joint tonight
    We're gonna rock this joint
    We're gonna push it till it's clean out of sight
    Me and the boys are gonna make a little noise
    We're gonna rock this joint tonight

    [BRIDGE:]
    We're gonna rock it to the limit gonna roll it right up to the wall
    We're gonna get up, get down and have ourselves a natural ball, ya'll

    [INSTRUMENTAL]

    [BRIDGE:]
    We're gonna rock it to the limit gonna roll it right up to the wall
    We're gonna get up, get down and have ourselves a natural ball, ya'll

    So let's get jiggy with it that's all right
    Grab somebody and hold on tight
    Fasten your seat belt we're going for a ride
    And if you ain't set to boogie then you'd better run and hide

    [CHORUS:]
    We're gonna rock this joint
    We're gonna rock this joint tonight
    We're gonna burn up the floor and then we'll do it some more
    We're gonna rock this joint tonight
    We're gonna rock this joint
    We're gonna push it till it's clean out of sight
    Me and the boys are gonna make a little noise
    We're gonna rock this joint tonight​

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    Waco (Feat. Garth Brooks)

    Won't somebody somewhere come up here and take me to Waco 'Cause I've got the blues These big city sidewalks just don't suit my shoes

    Won't somebody somewhere come up here and take me to Waco
    'Cause I've got the blues
    These big city sidewalks just don't suit my shoes
    Won't somebody somewhere come up here and take me to Waco
    I'm tired of being alone
    I just ain't that tough, I think I've had enough
    I just want to go home
     
    The music and the bright lights and the women and the wine
    Took all my money burned a hole in my mind
    Now the party is over and the good times are through
    The last bell is ringing
    The fat lady's singing
    And the moon just turned blue
     
    I'd jump on a Greyhound, but I ain't got no money at all
    I'd hop me a freight train but I'm afraid I might fall
    I'd flag down a semi, put my thumb in the air
    Just give me a ride to the East Texas line
    I can walk home from there​
    Won't somebody somewhere come up here and take me to Waco I'm tired of being alone I just ain't that tough, I think I've had enough I just want to go home The music and the bright lights and the women and the wine Took all my money burned a hole in my mind Now the party is over and the good times are through The last bell is ringing The fat lady's singing And the moon just turned blue I'd jump on a Greyhound, but I ain't got no money at all I'd hop me a freight train but I'm afraid I might fall I'd flag down a semi, put my thumb in the air Just give me a ride to the East Texas line I can walk home from there​
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    Little Joe and Big Bill

    They got a dance floor the size of Texas
    They got a band seven nights a week
    And if you don't show up before the sun goes down
    You ain't gonna find a seat
    They got some grown up Texas ladies
    That's made their papas proud
    They like their music country
    And they like their country loud
    Well, every Saturday night before they turn down the lights
    And the band stars pickin' hot
    They start dancin' on the tables
    Dancin' on the ceilin', dancin' in the parking lot
    You start feelin' it flow from your head to your toe
    And you sure are glad you come
    Down to Little Joe and Big Bill's
    Dance Hall and Sugar Hill Barbeque​

    When it comes to southern cookin'
    They know what it's all about
    They got some bar-b-q ribs and red beans and rice
    Make your tongue snap your eyeballs out
    And you don't wanna 'cause no trouble
    Buddy 'less you're willin' to die
    'Cause Big Bill will stomp a mud hole in you
    And Little Joe will walk you dry
    Well, there's a cowboy's dream in tight blue jeans
    Swingin' through the swingin' doors
    And there's a long tall cutie scootin' booty
    Out there on the floor
    Well I guess it's time to get in line
    'Cause the house is startin' to hum
    Down at Little Joe and Big Bill's
    Dance hall and Sugar Hill Barbeque Emporium

    Well every Saturday night when they turn up the lights
    When it's just about time to close
    The fiddlin' man takes the bow in his hand
    And start rockin' San Antonio Rose
    When you're walkin' out
    There ain't no doubt that you sure had a whole lot of fun
    Down at Little Joe and Big Bill's
    Dance hall and Sugar Hill Barbeque Emporium
    Down to Little Joe and Big Bill's
    Dance Hall and Sugar Hill Barbeque Emporium

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    The Last Fallen Hero

    Oh, the cowards came by morning and attacked without a warning
    Leaving flames and death and chaos in our streets.
    And in the middle of this fiery hell brave heroes fell

    In the skies of Pennsylvania on a plane bound for destruction
    With the devil and his angels at the wheel
    They never reached their target on the ground
    Brave heroes brought it down

    [Chorus:]
    This is a righteous cause so without doubt or pause
    I will do what my country asks of me
    Make any sacrifice
    We'll pay whatever price
    So the children of tomorrow can be free
    Lead on red, white and blue
    And we will follow you until we win the final victory
    God help us do our best we will not slack or rest
    Till the last fallen hero rests in peace

    Now the winds of war are blowing and there's no way of knowing
    Where this bloody path we're traveling will lead
    We must follow till the end
    Or face it all again

    And make no mistake about it, write it, preach it, talk it, shout it
    Across the mountains and the deserts and the seas
    The blood of innocence and shame
    Will not be shed in vain

    [Chorus:]
    This is a righteous cause so without doubt or pause
    I will do what my country asks of me
    Make any sacrifice
    We'll pay whatever price
    So the children of tomorrow can be free
    Lead on red, white and blue
    And we will follow you until we win the final victory
    God help us do our best we will not slack or rest
    Till the last fallen hero rests in peace

    God help us do our best we will not slack nor rest
    Till the last fallen hero rests in peace

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    Southern Boy (Feat. Travis Tritt)

    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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    High Speed Heroes

    ​He never had much but he saved enough
    To buy a souped up Chevrolet
    For years he drove them little dirt tracks
    Tryin' to make himself a name
    Until one night down in Gainesville
    When he finally found some fame
    It took all he had but he took the flag
    And a drive down victory lane

    From Talladega, Alabama
    He's the new man on the track
    Lined up next to Sterling Marlin
    Dale Jarrett's two cars back
    And it's gentlemen start your engines
    And the pace car pulls away
    He may not out run his heroes
    But he'll prove he's here to stay

    [CHORUS:]
    Legends of the asphalt
    Men with nerves of steel
    They'll give up everything they own
    Just to stay behind the wheel
    From a Thunderbird to a Chevrolet
    Who wins nobody knows
    They're runnin' hard for the checkered flag
    They're high speed heroes

    It's a pedal to the metal
    Rev up and change the gears
    And the sound of Sunday thunder
    Is sweet music to his ears
    There's a pileup on the back stretch
    And the crowd begins to roar
    And his mind goes back to other days
    And the ones who came before
    There's Richard, Dale, and Herbie,
    Davey, Lee, and Cale
    And in the second turn's the very place
    Where old fireball hit the rail
    Dale Earnhardt took the long ride
    He didn't go alone
    He just drove off into glory
    And the angels took him home

    [REPEAT CHORUS 2x]

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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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    Muddy Mississippi

    I was born in Memphis on the wrong side of town
    Way back up in the projects
    We didn't have much but there was music all around
    That was something we could respect
    Memphis got the rythm, Memphis got the soul
    And you know that's a good sign
    It's the home of Elvis, he's the king of rock & roll
    And everybody had a good time

    Willie's on the corner with his dancing shoes
    Perry's in the alley cooking barbeque
    BB's down on Beale Street and he's singing the blues

    Everybody is alright
    Ain't nobody uptight
    Dancing in the moonlight
    Muddy Mississippi roll on

    Old man river keeps on playing his song
    It'll get your fingers snapping
    The first thing you know you're kinda grooving along
    And your feet will start to tapping

    Have you ever been to Memphis on a Saturday night
    When everything is cooking
    The whole town's rocking, the music is hot and the girls are all good looking?

    The mighty Mississippi is muddy and wide
    But there's people driving over from the Arkansas side
    Get on out amongst us and we'll go for a ride

    Hanging on the sidewalk
    Talking all that jive talk
    Nothing but a nighthawk
    Muddy Mississippi roll o
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    Redneck Fiddlin' Man

    Well, down in Mississippi, there's a little bitty town
    And there ain't much happens 'til the sun goes down
    Then all the people come from miles around
    To hear a little four-piece band
    There's a dog house bass and a kid on the drums
    And a guitar picker just as hot as they come
    Up steps a man with a bow on his thumb and a fiddle in his hand
    He tunes up the fiddle and he resins up the bow
    And he plays an old tune called "Cotton Eyed Joe"
    And they dance all night on a hard wood floor to the redneck fiddlin' man

    [CHORUS:]
    Good times go by easy
    Good times fly away

    One night some boys from town came by
    With a bellyfull of liquor and the devil in their eye
    And they said, "Old man, you're way outta style
    You don't play Rock N' Roll"
    Well, he picked up his fiddle with style and ease
    And he played a little rock just as pretty as you please
    Then he bent down, turned around, knocked them to their knees
    When he played a little mountain soul
    Then, he tightened up his bow and he made another pass
    And he played "Sally Good'N" kinda' rowdy and fast
    Then he played a little blues and he played a little jazz
    Just to show them he could do it all

    [CHORUS:]
    Good times go by easy
    Good times fly away

    Well, he tuned up the fiddle and he resined up the bow
    And he played an old song called "Cotton Eyed Joe"
    And they danced all night on a hard wood floor to the redneck fiddlin' man​

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    Crosstown Traffic

    Instrumental
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    My Baby Plays Me Just Like a Fiddle

    My baby plays me just like a fiddle
    She knows I love her a lot, not a little
    I'm just a stick that she likes to whittle
    I got a heart and she's in the middle of it
    I got the hoe cakes she's got the griddle
    My baby plays me just like a fiddle

    I come home at night
    She wants to go dancin'
    I'm so doggone tired
    I just don't feel like romancin'
    Then she walks into the room
    With those blue jeans painted on
    Then I change my tune
    It's always the same old song

    My baby plays me just like a fiddle
    She knows I love her a lot, not a little
    I'm just a stick that she likes to whittle
    I got a heart and she's in the middle of it
    I got the hoe cakes she's got the griddle
    My baby plays me just like a fiddle

    My buddies call to ask
    If I want to go fishin'
    For some large mouth bass
    Then she says she's been wishin'
    We could stay at home
    Then she gives me that look
    She's got that red dress on
    And she's got me on the hook

    My baby plays me just like a fiddle
    She knows I love her a lot, not a little
    I'm just a stick that she likes to whittle
    I got a heart and she's in the middle of it
    I got the hoe cakes she's got the griddle
    My baby plays me just like a fiddle

    She's goes to the stereo
    Takes off my Lynyrd Skynyrd
    She puts on Julio
    And the light starts gettin' dimmer
    She says I love you
    Puts them arms around my neck
    I smell French perfume
    And I know what's coming next

    My baby plays me just like a fiddle
    She knows I love her a lot, not a little
    I'm just a stick that she likes to whittle
    I got a heart and she's in the middle of it
    I got the hoe cakes she's got the griddle
    My baby plays me just like a fiddle

    My baby plays me just like a fiddle​

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    Star Spangled Banner

    Instrumental