Volunteer Jam (Out of Print) (1976)

  • 1

    Whiskey

    Tennessee bootleg moonshine whiskey
    Sure do make a man feel 
    Mighty frisky ...
    An' I love my whiskey ... (love my whiskey)
    I drink it all the time ..(drink it all the time)
    Long as I got my whiskey I'm gonna 
    Stay stoned ... Runnin Blind.

    Some people say it's a sin for a man to get get high
    But they drink that whiskey like it's 
    Goin outta style ...
    An' I love my whiskey [repeat]
    Lord, I drink it all the time (all the time)
    Long as I got my juice I'm gonna 
    Stay Stoned ..Runnin blind

    Sunshine, freezin rain, and snow 
    Lord I take my bottle everywhere I go
    I just love my whiskey (love my whiskey)
    I drink it all the time (all the time)
    Long as I got my sauce I'm gonna 
    Stay stoned ... runnin blind.

    [Break]

    Best way I know how to spend my day , now then
    Gimme a bottle of that sour mash 
    An' I love my whiskey
    I drink it all the time 
    Long as I got my juice I'm gonna 
    Stay stoned runnin blind

    [Repeat first verse into guitar break]

    Welllllllllllllllll .... 
    I love my whiskey (love my whiskey)
    I love my whiskey (love my whiskey)
    I just love my whiskey (love my whiskey)
    I love my whiskey (love my whiskey)
    Long as I got my bottle I'm gonna 
    Stay stoned runnin blind 
    Long as I got my bottle I'm gonna
    Stay stoned runnin blind 
    Well I got my bottle I'm gonna
    Stay cool ... all the time.
    All the time woooooooooo
    Alright.​

  • 2

    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]
  • 3

    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
  • 4

    The Thrill is Gone

    The thrill is gone
    The thrill is gone away
    The thrill is gone baby
    The thrill is gone away
    You know you done me wrong baby
    And you'll be sorry someday

    The thrill is gone
    It's gone away from me
    The thrill is gone baby
    The thrill is gone away from me
    Although, I'll still live on
    But so lonely I'll be

    The thrill is gone
    It's gone away for good
    The thrill is gone baby
    It's gone away for good
    Someday I know I'll be open armed baby
    Just like I know a good man should

    You know I'm free, free now baby
    I'm free from your spell
    Oh I'm free, free, free now
    I'm free from your spell
    And now that it's all over
    All I can do is wish you well​

  • 5

    Sweet Mama

    I was raised on the west side Shanty Town
    I didn't get up 'til the sun went down
    When your backs against the wall you better get tough
    I learned real quick how to swing and duck

    I was born in the sweet hot Florida sunshine
    Good lookin' women backwoods and moonshine
    Learned more about life on the streets than in school
    Sweet Mama didn't raise no fool

    Oh

    Some folks cheat and some folks lie
    I can judge a man by the look in his eyes
    So don't hand me Jack and try to call it Cola
    I know the difference 'tween shit and Shinola

    I was born in the sweet hot Florida sunshine
    Good lookin' women backwoods and moonshine
    Learned more about life on the streets than in the school
    Sweet Mama didn't raise no fool

    Play it boys
    No no no

    Mama was no angel when she taught me right from wrong
    She knew every single note and every word in every song
    She taught me how to gamble and how to roll the dice
    If it makes you feel good do it don't think twice

    I was born in the sweet hot Florida sunshine
    Good lookin' women backwoods and moonshine
    Learned more about life on the streets than in school
    Sweet Mama didn't raise no fool

    I was born in the sweet hot Florida sunshine
    Good lookin' women backwoods and moonshine
    Learned more about life on the streets than in school
    Sweet Mama didn't raise no fool

    Talkin' 'bout Mama, ooh I'm tellin' you she so sweet
    Talkin' 'bout sweet, sweet sweet Mama
    Talkin' 'bout sweet sweet sweet, sweet sweet Mama
    Talkin' 'bout sweet sweet sweet, sweet sweet Mama
    Talkin' 'bout sweet Mama

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    Mountain Dew

    My brother Bill runs a still on the hill 
    Where he turns out a gallon or two 
    And the buzzards in the sky get so drunk they can not fly
    Just from sniffing that good old mountain dew.

    Chorus
    They call it that good old mountan dew, 
    And them that refuse it are few. 
    I'll hush up my mug if you'll fill up my jug 
    With that good old mountain dew. 

    My aunt Lucille had an automobile,
    It ran on a gallon or two.
    It didn't need no gas and it didn't need no oil,
    It just ran on that good old mountain dew.

    Repeat chorus

    My uncle Mort, he is sawed off and short, 
    He measure 'bout four foot two, 
    But he thinks he's a giant when you give him a pint 
    Of that good old mountain dew. 

    Repeat chorus

    Old Auntie June had a brand new perfume, 
    It had such a wonderful "pew" 
    But to her surprise, when she had it analyzed, 
    It was nothing but that good old mountain dew

    Repeat chorus

    I know a guy named Pete, his hair ain't so neat, 
    Though he fixes it with syrup and blue, 
    But it stays right in place when he uses just a trace
    Of that good old mountain dew.

    Repeat chorus

    The preacher-he walked by, with a big tear in his eye 
    Said that his wife had the flu 
    And hadn't I ought just to give him a quart 
    Of that good old mountain dew 

    Repeat chorus

    My uncle Klaus had a real mean old mouse 
    When they asked how it happened, 
    He said it was a lappin' 
    That good old mountain dew

    Repeat chorus

    There's an old hollow tree, just a little way from me 
    Where you lay down a dollar or two 
    If you hush up your mug, then they'll give you a jug
    Of that good old mountain dew 

    Repeat chorus

    You take a little trash and you mix it up with ash,
    And you throw in the soul of a shoe, 
    Then you stir it awhile with an old rusty file, 
    And they call it that good old mountain dew.

    Repeat chorus

    During the last war, we couldn't get no more, 
    We didn't have no sugar for the dew 
    With a few old potaters and a few ripe tomaters, 
    We turned out some stuff, I'm tellin' you

    Repeat chorus

    Old Deacon Crane took a trip in the rain, 
    Said his wife had come down with the flu, 
    But she'll be all right if you give her a pint
    Of that good old mountain dew. 

    Repeat chorus

    Mr. Franklin Roosevelt, he told me how he felt 
    The day the old dry law went through: 
    If your likker's too red, it will swell up your head 
    Better stick to that good old mountain dew