Live At Rockpalast (2012)

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    Funky Junky (Live)

    You can mess around if you want to
    But there’s some thing a man don’t wanna do
    And if you see him comin’ walkin’ down the street
    You better jump back outta his way
    Everyone knows the streets get empty
    Every time he comes to town
    'Cause he’s got somethin’ in his left hip pocket
    Make a bulldog hug a hound

    Funky junky
    Funky junky

    Lives on Misery Boulevard
    About a half o’ mile south of the graveyard
    In a rundown leaky roof, funky old dirty floor
    One room pine log shack
    Lives on muskrat barbeque
    And he slieeps on a railroad track
    He gotta tiger in his living room
    He gotta monkey on his back

    Funky junky
    Funky junky

  • 2

    Trudy (Live)

    Call up Trudy on the telephone
    Send a letter in the mail
    Tell her I'm hung up in Dallas
    And they won't let me outta this jail

    And if she asks you how I'm fairing
    Tell her I'm just about to lose my mind
    Worried about old John Lee Walker
    And the girl I left behind

    Now John Lee Walker was a card mechanic
    Had a hand for trouble and a eye for cash
    Luckiest man in Dallas County
    He had a gold watch chain and a black mustache

    And he loved his whiskey and he loved his women
    Drove a big long Cadillac limosine
    Kept a big fine fancy townhouse in Dallas
    And a hotel suite in New Orleans

    Carried a switchblade knife in his left hip pocket
    And a .44 hog leg up under his coat
    Cut you down in a New York minute
    If he catch you cheating that was all she wrote

    So call up Trudy on the telephone
    Send her a letter in the mail
    Tell her I'm hung up in Dallas
    And they won't let me outta this jail

    If she asks you how I'm fairing
    Tell her I'm just about to lose my mind
    Worried about old John Lee Walker
    And the girl I left behind

    I just got to town last Friday evening
    Sure as hell didn't mean to stay
    I was on my way back to Louisiana
    Had a powerful thirst and six months pay

    I met a peroxide blonde in a bar on DeBell
    I was flying high and feeling mean
    Poured down a bottle and a half of red eye
    I dropped 35 dollars in the slot machine

    And the boys in the back was dealing 7 card
    I set down and won me a 110
    I was raking in chips like Grant took Richmond
    Till big John Lee come a strolling in

    He ripped off the table like a 707
    Pretty soon he done won all of my bread
    I accused him of cheating he reached for a pistol
    I grabbed a chair and went upside of his head

    Then I took off a running like a motorcycle
    Heard the bullets whining and sirens wail
    But it took half the cops in Dallas County
    Just to put one boy in jail

    So call up Trudy on the telephone
    Send her a letter in the mail
    Tell her I'm hung up in Dallas
    And they won't let me outta this jail

    And if she asks you how I'm fairing
    Tell her I'm just about to lose my mind
    Worried about old John Lee Walker
    And the girl I left behind

  • 3

    Jitterbug (Live)

    He wears a zoot suit with a reet pleat
    Drives a '36 Cord with a rumble seat
    Now he's a Lord, he's a jitterbug
    Scare the letters off a highway sign

    He drinks beer and eats bennies
    Chases it down with ol' Thunderbird wine
    Carries brass knuckles and a .44
    Runs a loan shark business and a Mary Jane store

    He's a... he's a jitterbug; keeps movin', don't sit still
    If the law don't get him, some gun-totin' irate husband will
    Oh, oh, oh, ooh, ooh, ooh jitterbug, jitterbug

    One day in September he stepped out of his Cord
    Into the street to face a bullet spittin' Ford
    Now he's jitterbug, just a name in the news
    Said, "He finally paid the price. He finally paid his dues."

    jitterbug, jitterbug, jitterbug, jitterbug
    jitterbug, jitterbug, jitterbug, jitterbug​

  • 4

    The Legend of Wooley Swamp (Live)

    ​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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    Blind Man (Live)

    On a cold concrete sidewalk, on the corner of Fifth and Main
    Sits an old black blind man, and no one knows his name.
    He plays the same old guitar, he plays the same old tune
    And when the people pass him by, some are heard to say
    “Play, let the blind man play”.

    He was a cotton picker down in Alabam’
    Daddy never amounted to much; died by his own hand
    He lost his sight one terrible night by the hand of the Ku Klux Klan
    Burned his eyes with a branding iron some are heard to say;

    Play, let the blind man play
    Maybe you’ll be around another day
    Dreamin’ about those little things you know you’ll never see
    So play, let the blind man play, let the blind man play!

    The years were kind while the man was blind, but he knew his time was due
    And no one cried when the blind man died, with the name that no one knew
    They made his coffin outta knotty pine, with a wreath of laurel too
    His epitaph was short and sweet, and all it said was "Play".

    Play, let the blind man play
    Maybe you’ll be around another day
    Dreamin’ about those little things you know you’ll never see
    So play, let the blind man play, let the blind man play
    Maybe you’ll be around another day
    Dreamin’ about those little things you know you’ll never see
    So play, let the blind man play, let the blind man play

    Play that guitar blind man!​

  • 6

    Reflections (Live)

    I remember you back in nineteen fifty six
    You had all the moves
    And you knew all the tricks
    You left all the ladies in a hell of a fix
    When your voice took wing

    Then you'd shake around and
    Oh, how you'd sing
    Just an old boy from Memphis
    With a big diamond ring
    A country girl's prayer
    And a city girl's dream, hail the king

    But it's all right now
    Keep on singin' loud
    It's all right now
    Heaven should be proud

    The fifties left town on a crowded dance floor
    The sixties came in with a bang and a roar
    The world heard a knock
    It was Janis at the door, they let her in

    And when it seemed
    This whole world was fallin' apart
    The houselights would fall
    And the music would start
    She'd be givin' us all a piece of her heart
    Once again

    But it's all right now
    Keep on singin' loud
    It's all right now
    Heaven should be proud

    It was October in St. Louis town
    When we heard that the Free Bird had fell to the ground
    And we all said a prayer
    Before we went down to play

    And Ronnie, my buddy
    Above all the rest
    I miss you the most
    And I loved you the best
    And now that you're gone
    I thank God I was blessed,
    Just to know you

    But it's all right now
    Keep on singin' loud
    It's all right now
    Heaven should be proud

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    El Toreador (Live)

    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​

  • 8

    No Potion for the Pain (Live)

    I take no tea for my fever, take no potion for my pain
    I drink no "shine" for my shakin', get no kick, no, from cocaine
    All I need is sweet freedom, get me back on my feet again

    Well she took me for my money, just to keep her backdoor man
    Then they both took out runnin', in my Cadillac sedan
    Oh baby, they're gonna put me in jail for what I'm gonna do
    You see, me and my 44 gun would like a word with both of you

    "Blue Monday" caught me dead asleep, dead asleep at dawn
    Tuesday called me Wednesday, by Thursday I was gone
    Friday in the fast lane, out on 65
    I took back what they owed me left no one there alive

    I take no tea for my fever, take no potion for my pain
    I drink no "shine" for my shakin', get no kick, no, from cocaine
    All I need is sweet freedom, get me back on...
    Doin' ten to twenty for murder in the first degree
    But oh baby, it was worth it all to me
    Take no tea for my fever, take no potion for my pain​

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    In America (Live)

    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 the Russians 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

  • 10

    Long Haired Country Boy (Live)

    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

  • 11

    Uneasy Rider (Live)

    I was takin a trip out to L.A.
    Toolin along in my Cheverolet
    I was tokin' on a number and diggin on the radio

    Just as I crossed the Mississippi line
    I heard that highway started to whine
    And I knew that left rear tire was about to go

    Well the spare was flat and I got uptight
    Cause there wasn't a filling station in sight
    So I just limped on down the shoulder on the rim

    I went as far as I could and when I stopped the car
    It was right in front of this little bar
    Kind of a red-neck lookin joint called the Dew Drop Inn

    I stuffed my hair up under my hat
    And told the bartender that I had a flat
    And would he be kind enough to give me change for a one

    There was one thing I was sure proud to see
    There wasn't a soul in the place except for him and me
    He just looked disgusted and pointed toward the telephone

    I called up the station down the road a ways
    He said he wasn't very busy today
    And he could have someone out there in just about 10 minutes or so

    He said, "Now, you just stay right where yer at!"
    And I didn't bother to tell the darn fool
    That I sure as hell didn't have anyplace else to go

    I just ordered up a beer and sat down at the bar
    When some guy walked in and said, "Who owns this car
    With the peace sign, the mag wheels and the four on the floor?"

    He looked at me and I damn near died
    And I decided that I'd just wait outside
    So I laid a dollar on the bar and headed for the door

    Just when I thought I'd get outta there with my skin
    These 5 big dudes come strollin in
    With one old drunk chick and some fella with green teeth

    I was almost to the door when the biggest one
    Said, "You tip your hat to this lady, son!"
    And when I did, all that hair fell out from underneath

    Now the last thing I wanted was to get into a fight
    In Jackson Mississippi on a Saturday night
    Especially when there was three of them and only one of me

    They all started laughin and I felt kinda sick
    And I knew I better think of something pretty quick
    So I just reached out and kicked old green teeth right in the knee

    Now he let out a yell that'd curl yer hair
    But before he could move I grabbed me a chair
    And said "Now watch him folks cause he's a thoroughly dangerous man!"

    "You may not know it but this man is a spy.
    He's a undercover agent for the FBI
    And he's been sent down here to infiltrate the Ku Klux Klan!"

    He was still bent over holdin on to his knee
    But everybody else was looking and listening to me
    And I laid it on thicker and heavier as I went

    I said, "Would you believe this man has gone as far
    As tearing Wallace stickers off the bumpers of cars.
    And he voted for George McGovern for President."

    "Well, he's a friend of them long haired, hippy-type, pinko fags!
    I betchya he's even got a commie flag
    tacked up on the wall inside of his garage."

    "He's a snake in the grass, I tell ya guys.
    He may look dumb but that's just a disguise,
    He's a mastermind in the ways of espionage"

    They all started lookin real suspicious at him
    And he jumped up and said "Now just wait a minute Jim!
    You know he's lying I been living here all of my life!"

    "I'm a faithful follower of Brother John Birch
    And I belong to the Antioch Baptist Church.
    And I ain't even got a garage, you can call home and ask my wife!"

    Then he started saying somethin bout the way I was dressed
    But I didn't wait around to hear the rest
    I was too busy moving and hoping I didn't run outta luck

    When I hit the ground I was making tracks
    And they were just taking my car down off the jacks
    So I threw the man a twenty and jumped in and fired that mother up

    Mario Andretti woulda sure been proud
    Of the way I was movin when I passed that crowd
    Coming out the door and headed toward me at a trot

    And I guess I should of gone ahead and run
    But somehow I just couldn't resist the fun
    Of chasing them all just once around the parking lot

    Well they headed for their car, but i hit the gas
    And spun around and headed them off at the pass
    I was slinging gravel and putting a ton of dust in the air

    I had them all out there steppin and fetchin
    Like their heads was on fire and their asses was catchin
    then I figgered I had better go ahead and split before the cops got there

    When I hit the road I was really wheelin
    Had gravel flyin and rubber squeelin
    And I didn't slow down till I was almost to Arkansas

    I think I'm gonna reroute my trip
    I wonder if anybody'd think I'd flipped
    If I went to L.A., via Omaha

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    Cumberland Mountain No. 9 (Live)

    Baby don't ya cry 'cause momma's coming home
    Poppa goin' bring you back some chitlins and some corn
    Last frost done took its loss right down to the bone
    We're lucky we still got room to roam

    Goin' there to here is almost at a halt
    Don't you go off blaming God, you know it ain't his fault
    One time when life was fine someone found the wine
    Cumberland Mountain Number Nine

    That still was the best damn still they ever did make
    Wouldn't stand for nothing less, stand for no mistake
    Last Fall we made a haul and filled the limestone mine
    Cumberland Mountain Number Nine

    [Chorus]
    Winter come a change
    Spring bring the rain
    We weren't meant to stay the same
    One thing for sure
    We done found the cure,
    Cumberland Mountain Number Nine

    Black coal from the strip mine way up north at Jellico
    Kept the brew running smooth along the Thunder Road
    Way back down in Bear Tree Gap the devil's juice flowed fine
    Cumberland Mountain Number Nine

    The FB- and the TV- I had followed us for years
    Eventually they got the scent and nabbed us by the hair
    Man said son I'll blow up everything between your ears
    You got to face bout 20 years.

    [Chorus]
    Winter come a change
    Spring bring the rain
    We weren't meant to stay the same
    And now from this cell
    I've a story to tell....
    Cumberland Mountain Number Nine
    Cumberland Mountain Number Nine​

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    Devil Went Down to Georgia (Live)

    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 bitch—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.

  • 14

    The South's Gonna Do It (Again) (Live)

    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
  • 15

    Orange Blossom Special (Live)

    Instrumental