Hits of the South (2013)

  • 1

    Signed, Sealed Delivered I'm Yours (Feat. Bonnie Bramlett)

    Lyrics are not available
  • 2

    Long Haired Country Boy (Feat. Brooks & Dunn)

    People say I'm no good
    And crazy as a loon
    'Cause I get up in the mornin'
    I get down 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 tell another joke

    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

  • 3

    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​

  • 4

    The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down (Feat. Vince Gill)

    Virgil Caine is the name, and I served on the Danville train
    'Till Stoneman's cavalry came and tore up the tracks again
    In the winter of '65, we were hungry, just barely alive
    By May the tenth, Richmond had fell, it's a time I remember, oh so well

    The night they drove old Dixie down, and the bells were ringing
    The night they drove old Dixie down, and the people were singin' they went
    La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

    Back with my wife in Tennessee, when one day she called to me
    "Virgil, quick, come see, there goes Robert E Lee"
    Now I don't mind choppin' wood, and I don't care if the money's no good
    Ya take what ya need and ya leave the rest,
    But they should never have taken the very best

    The night they drove old Dixie down, and the bells were ringing
    The night they drove old Dixie down, and the people were singin' they went
    La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la,

    Like my father before me, I will work the land
    Like my brother above me, who took a rebel stand
    He was just eighteen, proud and brave, but a Yankee laid him in his grave
    I swear by the mud below my feet,
    You can't raise a Caine back up when he's in defeat

    The night they drove old Dixie down, and the bells were ringing,
    The night they drove old Dixie down, and all the people were singin', they went
    Na, la, na, la, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na,

    The night they drove old Dixie down, and all the bells were ringing,
    The night they drove old Dixie down, and the people were singin', they went
    Na, la, na, la, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

  • 5

    Statesboro Blues

    Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low;
    Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low.
    You got no nerve baby, to turn Uncle John from your door.

    I woke up this morning, I had them Statesboro Blues,
    I woke up this morning, had them Statesboro Blues.
    Well, I looked over in the corner, and your grandma she had 'em too.

    My momma died and left me,
    My poppa died and left me,
    I ain't good looking baby,
    But I'm someone sweet and kind.

    I'm goin' to the country, baby do you want to go?
    But if you can't make it baby, your sister Lucille said she might want to go.
    (sure will take her).

    Love that woman, better than any woman I've ever seen;
    Well, I love that woman, better than any woman I've ever seen.
    You know, she treat me like a king
    I treat her like a doggone queen.

    Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low.
    Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low.
    You got no nerve baby, turn Uncle John away from your door.

  • 6

    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
  • 7

    Sharp Dressed Man

    Clean shirt, new shoes
    And I don't know where I am goin' to.
    Silk suit, black tie,
    I don't need a reason why.

    They come runnin' just as fast as they can
    'Cause every girl crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man.

    Gold watch, diamond ring,
    I ain't missin' not a single thing.
    And cuff links, stick pin,
    When I step out I'm gonna do you in.

    They come runnin' just as fast as they can
    'Cause every girl crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man.

    Top coat, top hat,
    I don't worry 'cause my wallet's fat.
    Black shades, white gloves,
    Lookin' sharp and lookin' for love.

    They come runnin' just as fast as they can
    'Cause every girl crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man.

  • 8

    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.

  • 9

    In Memory of Elizabeth Reed

    Instrumental
  • 10

    Free Bird (Live)

    If I leave here tomorrow
    Would you still remember me
    For I must be travelin' on now
    There's too many places I got to see

    If I stay here with you girl
    Things just couldn't be the same
    'Cause I'm as free as a bird now
    And this bird you cannot change
    Oh oh oh oh oh oh
    And the bird you cannot change
    And this bird you cannot change
    Lord knows, I can't change

    Bye and bye baby, it's been sweet love, yeah yeah
    Though this feelin' I can't change
    Please don't take it so badly
    'Cause Lord knows, I'm to blame

    And if I stay here with you girl
    Things just couldn't even be the same
    'Cause I'm as free as a bird now
    And this bird you cannot change
    Oh oh oh oh oh oh
    And the bird you cannot change
    And this bird you cannot change

  • 11

    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]
  • 12

    Can't You See (Live)

    Gonna take a freight train
    Down at the station, Lord
    I don't care where it goes
    Gonna climb a mountain
    The highest mountain
    Jump off, nobody gonna know 

    Can't you see, whoa, can't you see
    What that woman, Lord, she been doin' to me
    Can't you see, can't you see
    What that woman, she been doin' to me

    I'm gonna find me 
    A hole in the wall
    I'm gonna crawl inside and die
    'Cause my lady, now
    A mean ol' woman, Lord
    Never told me goodbye

    Can't you see, oh, can't you see
    What that woman, Lord, she been doin' to me
    Can't you see, can't you see
    What that woman, Lord, she been doin' to me

    I'm gonna buy a ticket, now
    As far as I can
    Ain't a-never comin' back
    Ride me a southbound
    All the way to Georgia, now
    Till the train, it run out of track

    Can't you see, oh, can't you see
    What that woman, Lord, she been doin' to me
    Can't you see, can't you see
    What that woman, she been doin' to me

    Can't you see, whoa, can't you see
    What that woman, Lord, she been doin' to me
    Can't you see, whoa, can't you see
    What that woman, she been doin' to me

    Can't you see (oh, she's such a crazy lady), can't you see
    What that woman, she been doin' to me
    Can't you see (Lord, I can't stand), can't you see
    What that woman, she been doin' to me

    Can't you see (I'm gonna take a freight train), can't you see (down at the station, Lord)
    What that woman, she been doin' to me (ain't never comin' back)
    Can't you see (gonna ride me a southbound, now), can't you see (all the way to Georgia, Lord)
    What that woman, she been doin' to me (till the train run out of track)​