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Copperhead Road
04:09
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Well my name's John Lee Pettimore
Same as my Daddy and his Daddy before
You hardly ever saw grandaddy down here
He only come to town about twice a year
He'd buy a hundred pounds of yeast and some copper line
Everybody knew that he made moonshine
Now the revenue man wanted grandad bad
He headed up the holler with everything he had
'fore my time but I've been told
He never come back from Copperhead Road
Now Daddy ran the whiskey in a big block Dodge
Bought it at an auction at the mason's lodge
Johnson County sheriff painted on the side
Just shot a coat of primer then he looked inside
Well him and my uncle tore that engine down
I still remember that rumblin' sound
Then the sheriff came around in the middle of the night
Heard mama cryin', knew something wouldn't right
He was headed down to Knoxville with the weekly load
You could smell the whiskey burnin' down Copperhead Road
I volunteered for the army on my birthday
They draft the white trash first, 'round here anyway
I done two tours of duty in Vietnam
I came home with a brand new plan
I'd take the seed from Colombia and Mexico
Just plant it up the holler down Copperhead Road
Now the D.E.A.'s got a chopper in the air
I wake up screaming like I'm back over there
I learned a thing or two from Charlie don't you know
You better stay away from Copperhead Road
Copperhead Road
Copperhead Road
Copperhead Road
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2. |
East Bound and Down
03:24
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East bound and down, loaded up and truckin'
We gonna do what they say can't be done
We've got a long way to go and a short time to get there
I'm east bound, just watch ol' Bandit run
Now keep your foot hard on the pedal, son, never mind them brakes
Let it all hang out 'cause we've got a run to make
Well the boys are thirsty in Atlanta, and there's beer in Texarkana
And we'll bring it back no matter what it takes
East bound and down, loaded up and truckin'
We gonna do what they say can't be done
We've got a long way to go and a short time to get there
I'm east bound, just watch ol' Bandit run
East bound and down, loaded up and truckin'
We gonna do what they say can't be done
We've got a long way to go and a short time to get there
I'm east bound, just watch ol' Bandit run
Old Smokey's got them ears on, he's hot on your trail
And he ain't gonna rest 'til you're in jail
So, you gotta dodge him, you gotta duck him
You gotta keep that diesel truckin'
Put that hammer down and give it hell
East bound and down, loaded up and truckin'
We gonna do what they say can't be done
We've got a long way to go and a short time to get there
I'm east bound, just watch ol' Bandit run
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3. |
White Frieghtliner Blues
03:23
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I'm goin' out on the highway
Listen to them big trucks whine
I'm goin' out on the highway
Listen to them big trucks whine
White freight liner
Won't you steal away my mind?
Ah, New Mexico ain't bad, Lord
And the people there, they treat you kind
And the people there, they treat you kind
Well, it's bad news from Houston
Half my friends are dying
Well, it's bad news from Houston
Half my friends are dying
Ah, Lord, I'm gonna ramble
'Til I get back to where I came
Ah, Lord, I'm gonna ramble
'Til I get back to where I came
I'm goin' out on the highway
Listen to them big trucks whine
I'm goin' out on the highway
Listen to them big trucks whine
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4. |
Via Chicago
05:16
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5. |
Redneck Mother
04:04
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He was born in Oklahoma
And his wife's name is Betty Lou Thelma Liz
He's not responsible for what he's doing
His mother made him what he is
And it's up against the wall, redneck mother
Mother who has raised her son so well
He's thirty four and drinkin' in a honky tonk
Just kickin' hippies' asses and raisin' hell
Sure does like his Falstaff beer
He likes to chase it down with that Wild Turkey liquor
He drives a '57 GMC pickup truck
Got a gun rack
"A Goat Roper needs love too" sticker
And it's up against the wall, redneck mother
Mother who has raised her son so well
He's thirty four drinkin' in a honky tonk
Kickin' hippies' asses and raisin' hell, ah pick
Ah play it for mama
M is for the mud flaps she gave me for my pickup truck
O is for the oil I put on my hair
T is for T-Bird
H is for Haggard
E is for Eggs
And R is for Redneck
Up against the wall, redneck mother
Mother who has raised her son so well
He's thirty four and drinkin' in a honky tonk
Kickin' hippies' asses and raisin' hell, let's go
Yeah and it's up against the wall, redneck mother
Mother who has raised her son so well
He's thirty four drinkin' in a honky tonk
Kickin' hippies' asses and raisin' hell
What's that spell, let's go get Oklahoma USA
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6. |
Me and Billy the Kid
03:37
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Me and Billy the Kid never got along
I didn't like the way he cocked his hat
and he wore his gun all wrong.
We had the same girlfriend
and he never forgot it
She had a cute little Chihuahua
until one day he up and shot it
He rode the hard country down the New Mexico line
He had a silver pocketwatch that he never did wind.
He crippled the piano player
for playin' his favorite song
No, Me and Billy the Kid never got along
Me and Billy the Kid never got along
I didn't like the way he parted his hair
and he wore his gun all wrong
He was bad to the bone
All hopped up on speed.
I would've left him alone
If it wasn't for that Senorita
He gave her silver and he paid her hotel bill
But it was me she loved and she said she always will.
I'd always go and see her
when Billy was gone
Yeah, Me and Billy the Kid never got along
Me and Billy the Kid never got along
I didn't like the way he tied his shoes
and he wore his gun all wrong
One day I said to Billy
"I've got this foolproof scheme"
We'll rob Wells Fargo
"It's bustin at the seams."
I admit that I framed him but I don't feel bad
Cause the way I was livin' was drivin' me mad
Billy reached for his gun
but his gun was on wrong
Yeah, Me and Billy the Kid never got along
Me and Billy the Kid never got along
But I did like the way he swayed in the wind
While I played him his favorite song
Now my baby sings harmony with me
To "La Cucaracha"
She winds her silver pocket watch
And pets her new Chihuahua
I moved in to the Hotel and got a room with a shower
We lay and listen to that watch tick hour after hour
Outside I hear the wind
blowin' o so strong
Me and Billy the Kid never got along
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7. |
Hard Way Home
04:10
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Oooh
I sometimes lose my faith in luck
I don't know what I want to be when I grow up
I just count the rain
Wearing the floor through the boards again
I wish I could find a soul to steal
I could be the engine, you could be the wheel
When we're driving home, I never have to worry about being alone
[CHORUS:]
Oooh, follow my tracks
See all the times I should have turned back
Oooh, I wept alone
I know what it means to be on my own
Oooh, the things I have known
Looks like I'm taking the hard way home
Oooh, the seeds I've sown
Taking the hard way home
Taking the hard way home
I never did learn how to follow the rules
I never was good at sleeping while the moon was full
I just lie and burn
Wreck my mind while the planet turns
I sometimes wish I could start again
I'd try and do the right things every now and then
I'd step in line
That's what I would do if I could turn back time
[CHORUS:]
Oooh, follow my tracks
See all the times I should have turned back
Oooh, I wept alone
I know what it means to be on my own
Oooh, the things I have known
Looks like I'm taking the hard way home
Oooh, the seeds I've sown
Taking the hard way home
Taking the hard way home
ooooooooooooh
I tell you how I want to live
Forget about the take
Forget about the give
I want to leave this town
Fake my death and never be found
[CHORUS:]
Oooh, follow my tracks
See all the times I should have turned back
Oooh, I wept alone
I know what it means to be on my own
Oooh, the things I have known
Looks like I'm taking the hard way home
Oooh, the seeds I've sown
Taking the hard way home
Taking the hard way home
I sometimes lose my faith in luck
I don't know what I want to be when I grow up
I just count the rain
Wearing the floor through the boards again
I wish I could find a soul to steal
I could be the engine, you could be the wheel
When we're driving home, I never have to worry about being alone
[CHORUS:]
Oooh, the things I have known
Looks like I'm taking the hard way home
Oooh, the seeds I've sown
Taking the hard way home
Taking the hard way home
Taking the hard way home
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8. |
I Am Ready
02:04
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9. |
Good Hearted Woman
03:46
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A long time forgotten
Are dreams that just fell by the way
And the good life he promised
Ain't what she's living today
But she never complains of
The bad times or bad things he's done, Lord
She's just talks about the good times
They've had and all the good times to come
She's a good hearted woman
In love with a good timin' man
She loves him in spite of his ways
That she don't understand
Through teardrops and laughter
They'll pass though his world hand in hand
A good hearted woman
Lovin' her good timin' man
He likes the night life
The brightlights and good timin' friends
When the party's all over
She welcome him back home again
Lord knows she don't understand him
But she does the best that she can
'Cause she's a good hearted woman
She loves her good timin' man
She's a good hearted woman
In love with a good timin' man
And she loves him in spite of his wicked ways
That she don't understand
Through teardrops and laughter
They'll pass though his world hand in hand
A good hearted woman
Lovin' her good timin' man
She's a good hearted woman
In love with a good timin' man
She loves me in spite of my wicked ways
That she don't understand
Through teardrops and laughter
They'll pass though this world hand in hand Lord
A good hearted woman
Lovin' her good timin' man
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10. |
Old Home Place
03:00
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11. |
The Way It Goes
04:40
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I dreamed about killing you again last night
And it felt alright to me
Dying on the banks of embarcadero skies
I sat and watched you bleed
Buried you alive in a fireworks display
Raining down on me
You cold, hot blood ran away from me
To the sea
I painted my name on the back of a leaf
And I watched it float away
The hope I had in a notebook full of white, dry pages
Was all I tried to save
But the wind blew me back via Chicago
In the middle of the night
And all without fight
At the crush of veils and starlight
I know I'll make it back
One of these days and turn on your TV
To watch a man with a face like mine
Being chased down a busy street
When he gets caught, I wont get up
And I wont go to sleep
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Via Chicago
Where the cups are cracked and hooked
Above the sink they make me think
Crumbling ladder tears don't fall
They shine down your shoulders
Crawling is screw faster lash I blow it with kisses
I rest my head on a pillow star
And a cracked door moon
That says I haven't gone too far
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Via Chicago
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Searching for a home
Searching for a home
Searching for a home
Via Chicago
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
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12. |
When I Come Around
02:50
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I heard you crying loud, all the way across town
Cause you been searching for that someone
And it's me out on the prowl
As you sit around feeling sorry for yourself
Well, don't get lonely now, and dry your whining eyes
I'm just roaming for the moment
Sleazin' my back yard so don't get
So uptight you been thinking about ditching me
No time to search the world around
'Cause you know where I'll be found
When I come around
Well, I heard it all before, so don't knock down my door
I'm a loser and a user so I don't need no accuser
To try and slag me down because I know you're right
So go do what you like, make sure you do it wise
You may find out that your self-doubt means nothing
Was ever there
You can't go forcing something if it's just not right
No time to search the world around
'Cause you know where I'll be found
When I come around
No time to search the world around
'Cause you know where I'll be found
When I come around
When I come around
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13. |
Rooster
04:46
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Ain't found a way to kill me yet
Eyes burn with stinging sweat
Seems every path leads me to nowhere
Wife and kids household pet
Army green was no safe bet
The bullets scream to me from somewhere
Here they come to snuff the rooster
Yeah here come the rooster, yeah [2x]
You know he ain't gonna die
No, no, no, ya know he ain't gonna die
Walkin' tall machine gun man
They spit on me in my home land
Gloria sent me pictures of my boy
Got my pills 'gainst mosquito death
My buddy's breathin' his dyin' breath
Oh god please won't you help me make it through
Here they come to snuff the rooster
Yeah here come the rooster, yeah
You know he ain't gonna die
No, no, no ya know he ain't gonna die
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14. |
Today is the Day
02:30
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