Music
Tailgate Party (1999)
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1
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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Pride and Joy
Well, you've heard about love givin' sight to the blind
My baby's lovin' 'cause the sun to shine
She's my sweet little thing, she's my pride and joy
She's my sweet little baby, I'm her little lover boyYeah, I love my baby, heart and soul
Love like ours won't never grow old
She's my sweet little thing, she's my pride and joy
She's my sweet little baby, I'm her little lover boyYeah, I love my lady, she's long and lean
You mess with her, you'll see a man get mean
She's my sweet little thing, she's my pride and joy
She's my sweet little baby, I'm her little lover boyWell, I love my baby, like the finest wine
Stick with her until the end of time
She's my sweet little thing, she's my pride and joy
She's my sweet little baby, I'm her little lover boy -
3
Can't You See
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) -
4
Let Her Cry
She never lets me in, only tells me where she's been
When she's had too much to drink.
I say that I don't care, I just run my hands through her dark hair,
Then I pray to God you gotta help me fly away.And just let her cry if the tears fall down like rain.
Let her sing if it eases all her pain.
Let her go, let her walk right out on me.
And if the sun comes up tomorrow, let her be, let her be.This morning I woke up alone, found a note standing by the phone
Sayin', "Maybe, maybe I'll be back someday."
I wanted to look for you.
You walked in, I didn't know just what I should do,
So I sat back down and had a beer and felt sorry for myself.Sayin' let her cry if the tears fall down like rain.
Let her sing if it eases all her pain.
Let her go, let her walk right out on me.
And if the sun comes up tomorrow, let her be, let her be.
No, no, no, no.Let her cry let her cry if the tears fall down like rain.
Let her sing if it eases all her pain.
Let her go, let her walk right out on me.
And if the sun comes up tomorrow, let her be, ahLast night I tried to leave, cried so much I could not believe
She was the same girl I fell in love with long ago.
She went in the back to get high,
I sat down on my couch and cried, yellin',
"Oh, mama, please help me."
Won't you hold my hand andLet her cry if the tears fall down like rain.
Let her sing if it eases all her pain.
Let her go, let her walk right out on me.
And if the sun comes up tomorrow, let her be,Let her cry, if the tears fall down like rain.
Let her sing, if it eases all her pain.
Let her go, let her walk right out on me.
And if the sun comes up tomorrow, let her be.
Ah, let her be. -
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Homesick
Guitars ring in the dead of night,
Sing so blue, sound so right
It makes you homesick
Listen close to the guitar man,
Native son of a foreign land
The boy's homesick.He's homesick, for days bygone
Homesick, for home sweet home.Where were you in '69,
Smokin' dope and drinkin' wine
Just an outlaw
Distant drums beats an old refrain,
Shakes your feet, pounds your brain
Like a buzzsaw.In the darkness down the hall,
Black-light posters on the wall
Jimi Hendrix
Someone's lost in yesterday,
Hazy dreams of Monterey
And Woodstock, all right.He's homesick, for days bygone
Homesick, for home sweet home.Guitars ring in the dead of night,
Sing so blue, sound so right
It makes you homesick
Listen close to the guitar man,
Native son of a foreign land
The boy's homesickHe's homesick, for days bygone
Homesick, Lord, for home sweet home.
The boy's homesick... -
6
Keep Your Hands to Yourself
I got a little change in my pocket goin' jing-a-ling-a-ling
Want to call you on the telephone baby, a-give you a ring
But each time we talk, I get the same old thing
Always no hug-ee no kiss-ee until I get a weddin' ring
My honey my baby, don't put my love upon no shelf
She said don't hand me no lines and keep your hands to yourselfBaby baby baby why you wan' treat me this way
You know I'm still your lover boy I still feel the same way
That's when she told me a story, 'bout free milk and a cow
And said no hug-ee no kiss-ee until I get a weddin' vow
My honey my baby, don't put my love upon no shelf
She said don't hand me no lines and keep your hands to yourselfHold it here
See I wanted her real bad, and I was about to give in
But that's when she started talking about true love,
Started talking about sin
And I said, honey I'll live with you for the rest of my life,
She said no hug-ee no kiss-ee until you make me your wife-a
My honey my baby, don't put my love upon no shelf
She said don't hand me no lines and keep your hands to yourself -
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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. -
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Peach County Jamboree
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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. -
10
Free Bird
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 seeIf 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 changeBye 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 blameAnd 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
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 Wooly 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]
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12
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 ol�
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 -
13
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."
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"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."
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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."
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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.
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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.
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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."
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"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.
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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:
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"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.