It's the same old tune, fiddle and guitar
Where do we take it from here
Rhinestone suits and new shiny cars
We've been the same way for years
We need to change
Somebody told me when I got to Nashville
Son you finally got it made
Old Hank made it here, we're all sure that you will
But I don't think Hank done it this way
I don't think Hank done it this way
Ten years down the road, making one night stands
Speeding my young life away
Tell me one more time just so I understand
Are you sure Hank done it this way
Did Ol' Hank really do it this way?
I've seen the world with a five piece band
Looking at the back side of me
Singing my songs and one of his now and then
But I don't think Hank done 'em this a'way
No I don't think Hank done 'em this a'way
The Very Best Of Outlaw Country Soundtrack Album Lyrics
The Very Best Of Outlaw Country Soundtrack Lyrics
- Are You Sure Hank Done It This Way by Waylon Jennings
- The Souths Gonna Do It Again by The Charlie Daniels Band
- Ramblin Man by The Allman Brothers Band
- Whiskey River by Willie Nelson
- All My Rowdy Friends Are Coming Over Tonight by Hank Williams Jr.
- Why You Been Gone so Long by Jessi Colter
- Cant You See by The Marshall Tucker Band
- 4th of July by Shooter Jennings
- You Never Even Called Me By My Name by David Allan Coe
- I Been To Georgia On A Fast Train by Billy Joe Shaver
- Here For The Party by Gretchen Wilson
- Copperhead Road by Steve Earle
- Gimme Three Steps by Lynyrd Skynyrd
- Good Hearted Woman by Waylon Jennings
- Take This Job And Shove It by Johnny Paycheck
- Texas When I Die by Tanya Tucker
- Modern Day Bonnie And Clyde by Travis Tritt
- Keep Your Hands To Yourself by The Georgia Satellites
- Flirtin With Disaster by Molly Hatchet
- Cocaine Blues (Live at Folsom State Prison, Folsom, CA) by Johnny Cash
Writer: Waylon Jennings
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
The Souths Gonna Do It Again
by The Charlie Daniels Band
Well, the train to Grinder's Switch 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 Skynrd'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 C.D.B
Chorus
And them Tucker Boys are cookin' down in Caroline
People down in Florida can't be still
When ol' Lynyrd Skynrd'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 C.D.B
Chorus
Writer: CHARLES EDWARD DANIELS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Ramblin Man
by The Allman Brothers Band
Lord, I was born a ramblin' man
Tryin' to make a livin'
And doin' the best I can
And when it's time for leavin'
I hope you'll understand
That I was born a ramblin' man
Tryin' to make a livin'
And doin' the best I can
And when it's time for leavin'
I hope you'll understand
That I was born a ramblin' man
Well my father was a gambler down in Georgia
But he wound up on the wrong end of a gun
And I was born in the back seat of a Greyhound bus
Rollin' down highway 41
Lord, I was born a ramblin' man
Tryin' to make a livin' and doin' the best I can
And when it's time for leavin'
I hope you'll understand
That I was born a ramblin' man
[Instrumental Interlude]
I'm on my way to New Orleans this mornin'
Leavin' out of Nashville, Tennessee
They're always having a good time down on the bayou, Lord
Them Delta women think the world of me
Lord, I was born a ramblin' man
Tryin' to make a livin' and doin' the best I can
And when it's time for leavin'
I hope you'll understand
That I was born a ramblin' man
Lord, I was born a ramblin' man
Lord, I was born a ramblin' man
Lord, I was born a ramblin' man
Lord, I was born a ramblin' man
Writer: FORREST RICHARD BETTS
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Whiskey River
by Willie Nelson
Whiskey River take my mind,
Don't let her mem'ry torture me.
Whiskey River don't run dry,
You're all I've got, take care of me.
Whiskey River take my mind,
Don't let her mem'ry torture me.
Whiskey River don't run dry,
You're all I've got, take care of me.
I'm drowning in a whiskey river,
Bathing my mem'ried mind in the wetness of its soul.
Feeling the amber current flowin' from my mind.
And warm an empty heart you left so cold.
Whiskey River take my mind,
Don't let her mem'ry torture me.
Whiskey River don't run dry,
You're all I've got, take care of me.
[Instrumental]
I'm drowning in a whiskey river,
Bathing my mem'ried mind in the wetness of its soul.
Feeling the amber current flowin' from my mind.
And warm an empty heart you left so cold.
Whiskey River take my mind,
Don't let her mem'ry torture me.
Whiskey River don't run dry,
You're all I've got, take care of me.
Don't let her mem'ry torture me.
Whiskey River don't run dry,
You're all I've got, take care of me.
Whiskey River take my mind,
Don't let her mem'ry torture me.
Whiskey River don't run dry,
You're all I've got, take care of me.
I'm drowning in a whiskey river,
Bathing my mem'ried mind in the wetness of its soul.
Feeling the amber current flowin' from my mind.
And warm an empty heart you left so cold.
Whiskey River take my mind,
Don't let her mem'ry torture me.
Whiskey River don't run dry,
You're all I've got, take care of me.
[Instrumental]
I'm drowning in a whiskey river,
Bathing my mem'ried mind in the wetness of its soul.
Feeling the amber current flowin' from my mind.
And warm an empty heart you left so cold.
Whiskey River take my mind,
Don't let her mem'ry torture me.
Whiskey River don't run dry,
You're all I've got, take care of me.
Writer: Johnny Bush
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing
All My Rowdy Friends Are Coming Over Tonight
by Hank Williams Jr.
I got ketchup on my blue jeans, I just burnt my hand.
Lord, its hard to be a bachelor man.
I got girls that can cook, I got girls that can clean,
I got girls that can do anything in between.
I got to get ready, make everything right,
'cause all my rowdy friends are coming over tonight.
Lord, its hard to be a bachelor man.
I got girls that can cook, I got girls that can clean,
I got girls that can do anything in between.
I got to get ready, make everything right,
'cause all my rowdy friends are coming over tonight.
Do you want a drink. Hey do you want to party.
Hey honey this is ole Hank. Ready to get the thing started.
We cooked the pig in the ground, got some beer on ice
And all my rowdy friends are coming over tonight.
Now my party pad is out in the woods
Its long, long way from here to Hollywood,
But I got some natural queens out on the floor
And ole Miss Mississippi just walked through the door.
Got a little wirlpool just made for ten,
And you can jump out and you can jump in.
You can do anything that you want to do,
But uh uhh, don't you step on my cowboy boots.
Do you want to drink. Hey do you want to party.
Hey this is ole Hank. Ready to get your summer started.
I cooked a pig in the ground, we got some beer on ice
And all my rowdy friends are coming over tonight.
Do you want to drink, hey do you want to party.
Hey hey this is rock'n Randall Hank, ready to get the summer time started.
We cooked the pig in the ground, we got some beer on ice,
All my rowdy friends are coming over tonight.
Thats right. Come on in!
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Why You Been Gone so Long
by Jessi Colter
Every time it rains
Lord, I run to my window
All I do is ring my hands and moan
The wolf is scratchin' at my door
And I can hear the lonesome wind moan
Tell me, baby, why you been gone so long
Tell me, baby, why you been gone so long, you been gone so long now
Tell me, baby, why you been gone so long
Well, the wolf, he scratches at my door
And I can hear the lonesome wind moan
Tell me, baby, why you been gone so long
Someone said they thought they saw you roarin' down in Reno
With a little girl from San Antone
They say I'm a fool to pine for you
Hey, but what do they know?
Tell me, baby, why you been gone so long
Tell me, baby, why you been gone so long, you been gone so long now
Tell me, baby, why you been gone so long
Well, the wolf, he scratches at my door
And I can hear the lonesome wind moan
Tell me, baby, why you been gone so long
Nothin' I wanna do
Oh, I guess I could get stoned
And let that past paint pictures on my head
I could kill a fifth of Thunderbird
Write myself a sad song
Tell me, baby, why you been gone so long
Tell me, baby, why you been gone so long, you been gone so long now
Tell me, baby, why you been gone so long
Well, the wolf, he scratches at my door
And I can hear the lonesome wind moan
Tell me, baby, why you been gone so long
Tell me, baby, why you been gone so long
Lord, I run to my window
All I do is ring my hands and moan
The wolf is scratchin' at my door
And I can hear the lonesome wind moan
Tell me, baby, why you been gone so long
Tell me, baby, why you been gone so long, you been gone so long now
Tell me, baby, why you been gone so long
Well, the wolf, he scratches at my door
And I can hear the lonesome wind moan
Tell me, baby, why you been gone so long
Someone said they thought they saw you roarin' down in Reno
With a little girl from San Antone
They say I'm a fool to pine for you
Hey, but what do they know?
Tell me, baby, why you been gone so long
Tell me, baby, why you been gone so long, you been gone so long now
Tell me, baby, why you been gone so long
Well, the wolf, he scratches at my door
And I can hear the lonesome wind moan
Tell me, baby, why you been gone so long
Nothin' I wanna do
Oh, I guess I could get stoned
And let that past paint pictures on my head
I could kill a fifth of Thunderbird
Write myself a sad song
Tell me, baby, why you been gone so long
Tell me, baby, why you been gone so long, you been gone so long now
Tell me, baby, why you been gone so long
Well, the wolf, he scratches at my door
And I can hear the lonesome wind moan
Tell me, baby, why you been gone so long
Tell me, baby, why you been gone so long
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Cant You See
by The Marshall Tucker Band
I'm gonna take a freight train, down at the station
I don't care where it goes
Gonna climb me a mountain, the highest mountain
Jump off, nobody gonna know
Can't you see oh can't you see
What that woman, she been doin' to me
Can't you see, can't you see
What that woman lord been doin' to me
I'm gonna find me a hole in the wall
I gonna crawl inside and die
'Cause my lady now, 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 been doin' to me
I gonna buy me 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 run out of track
Can't you see oh can't you see
What that woman, she been doin' to me
Can't you see, can't you see
What that woman, she been doin' to me, oh lord
Can't you see oh can't you see
What that woman lord she been doin' to me
Can't you see oh 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 (what a woman) she been doin' to me
Can't you see (lord I can't stand) oh can't you see
What that woman, oh she been doin' to me
Can't you see (I'm gonna take a freight train) can't you see
(I'm down at the station lord) what that woman (ain't never gonna go back) been doin' to me
Can't you see oh can't you see (gonna ride me the southbound)
(All the way to Georgia) what that woman (till the train run out of track) been doin' to me
I don't care where it goes
Gonna climb me a mountain, the highest mountain
Jump off, nobody gonna know
Can't you see oh can't you see
What that woman, she been doin' to me
Can't you see, can't you see
What that woman lord been doin' to me
I'm gonna find me a hole in the wall
I gonna crawl inside and die
'Cause my lady now, 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 been doin' to me
I gonna buy me 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 run out of track
Can't you see oh can't you see
What that woman, she been doin' to me
Can't you see, can't you see
What that woman, she been doin' to me, oh lord
Can't you see oh can't you see
What that woman lord she been doin' to me
Can't you see oh 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 (what a woman) she been doin' to me
Can't you see (lord I can't stand) oh can't you see
What that woman, oh she been doin' to me
Can't you see (I'm gonna take a freight train) can't you see
(I'm down at the station lord) what that woman (ain't never gonna go back) been doin' to me
Can't you see oh can't you see (gonna ride me the southbound)
(All the way to Georgia) what that woman (till the train run out of track) been doin' to me
Writer: Toy Caldwell
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network, Spirit Music Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network, Spirit Music Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
4th of July
by Shooter Jennings
Alone with the morning burning red in the canvas in my head
Painting a picture of you
And me driving across country, in a dusty old RV
Just the road and its majesty
And I'm looking at you with the world in the rear view
Chorus
You were pretty as can be, sitting in the front seat
Looking at me, telling me you love me, and your happy to be,
With me on the 4th of July
We sang Stranglehold to the stereo
Couldn't take no more of that rock n roll
So we put on a little George Jones and just sang along
Those white lines get drawn into the sun if you aint got no one
To keep you hanging on
And there you were like a queen with your nightgown,
Riding shotgun from town to town
Staking a claim on the world we found
And I'm singing to you, your singing to me ,you were out of the blue to a boy like me
Chorus
You were pretty as can be, sitting in the front seat
Looking at me, telling me you love me, and your happy to be,
With me on the 4th of July
We sang Stranglehold to the stereo
Couldn't take no more of that rock n roll
So we put on a little George Jones and just sang along
and im looking for you in the silence that we share
Chorus
You were pretty as can be, sitting in the front seat
Looking at me, telling me you love me, and your happy to be,
With me on the 4th of July
We sang Stranglehold to the stereo
Couldn't take no more of that rock n roll
So we put on a little George Jones and just sang along
Painting a picture of you
And me driving across country, in a dusty old RV
Just the road and its majesty
And I'm looking at you with the world in the rear view
Chorus
You were pretty as can be, sitting in the front seat
Looking at me, telling me you love me, and your happy to be,
With me on the 4th of July
We sang Stranglehold to the stereo
Couldn't take no more of that rock n roll
So we put on a little George Jones and just sang along
Those white lines get drawn into the sun if you aint got no one
To keep you hanging on
And there you were like a queen with your nightgown,
Riding shotgun from town to town
Staking a claim on the world we found
And I'm singing to you, your singing to me ,you were out of the blue to a boy like me
Chorus
You were pretty as can be, sitting in the front seat
Looking at me, telling me you love me, and your happy to be,
With me on the 4th of July
We sang Stranglehold to the stereo
Couldn't take no more of that rock n roll
So we put on a little George Jones and just sang along
and im looking for you in the silence that we share
Chorus
You were pretty as can be, sitting in the front seat
Looking at me, telling me you love me, and your happy to be,
With me on the 4th of July
We sang Stranglehold to the stereo
Couldn't take no more of that rock n roll
So we put on a little George Jones and just sang along
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
You Never Even Called Me By My Name
by David Allan Coe
Well, it was all
That I could do to keep from crying'
Sometimes it seemed so useless to remain
But you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even called me by my name
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride
And you don't have to call me Merle Haggard anymore
Even though you're on my fighting' side
And I'll hang around as long as you will let me
And I never minded standing' in the rain
But you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even called me by my name
Well, I've heard my name
A few times in your phone book (hello, hello)
And I've seen it on signs where I've played
But the only time I know
I'll hear "David Allan Coe"
Is when Jesus has his final judgment day
So I'll hang around as long as you will let me
And I never minded standing' in the rain
But you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even called me by my name
Well, a friend of mine named Steve Goodman wrote that song
And he told me it was the perfect country & western song
I wrote him back a letter and I told him it was not the perfect country & western song
Because he hadn't said anything at all about mama
Or trains, or trucks, or prison, or getting' drunk
Well, he sat down and wrote another verse to the song and he sent it to me
And after reading it I realized that my friend had written the perfect country & western song
And I felt obliged to include it on this album
The last verse goes like this here
Well, I was drunk the day my mom got out of prison
And I went to pick her up in the rain
But before I could get to the station in my pickup truck
She got run over by a damned old train
And I'll hang around as long as you will let me
And I never minded standing' in the rain, no
But you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even called me
Well, I wonder why you don't call me
Why don't you ever call me by my name
That I could do to keep from crying'
Sometimes it seemed so useless to remain
But you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even called me by my name
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride
And you don't have to call me Merle Haggard anymore
Even though you're on my fighting' side
And I'll hang around as long as you will let me
And I never minded standing' in the rain
But you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even called me by my name
Well, I've heard my name
A few times in your phone book (hello, hello)
And I've seen it on signs where I've played
But the only time I know
I'll hear "David Allan Coe"
Is when Jesus has his final judgment day
So I'll hang around as long as you will let me
And I never minded standing' in the rain
But you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even called me by my name
Well, a friend of mine named Steve Goodman wrote that song
And he told me it was the perfect country & western song
I wrote him back a letter and I told him it was not the perfect country & western song
Because he hadn't said anything at all about mama
Or trains, or trucks, or prison, or getting' drunk
Well, he sat down and wrote another verse to the song and he sent it to me
And after reading it I realized that my friend had written the perfect country & western song
And I felt obliged to include it on this album
The last verse goes like this here
Well, I was drunk the day my mom got out of prison
And I went to pick her up in the rain
But before I could get to the station in my pickup truck
She got run over by a damned old train
And I'll hang around as long as you will let me
And I never minded standing' in the rain, no
But you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even called me
Well, I wonder why you don't call me
Why don't you ever call me by my name
Writer: Steve Goodman
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
I Been To Georgia On A Fast Train
by Billy Joe Shaver
I Been to Georgia on a Fast Train
On a rainy, windy morning that's the day that I was born on
In the old sharecroppers one room country shack
They say my mammy left me, same day that she had me
Said she hit the road and never once looked back
And I just thought I'd mention, my Grandma's old age pension
Is the reason why I'm standing here today
I got all my country learning, milking and a churning
Pickin' cotton, rasin' hell, and bailin' hay
I've been to Georgia on a fast train honey
I wudn't born no yestday
Got a good Christian raisin' and an eighth grade education
Ain't no need in y'all a treatin' me this way
And now sweet Caroline, I don't guess I'll ever find
Another woman put together like you all
With your wiggle and your walkin', and your big city talkin'
Your brand new shiny Plymouth rag-top car
Yeah it's hurry up and wait, in this world of give and take
Seems like haste makes for waste every time
And I pray to my soul, when you hear those ages roll
You better know I'm gonna get my share of mine
Ain't no need in y'all a treatin' me this way
On a rainy, windy morning that's the day that I was born on
In the old sharecroppers one room country shack
They say my mammy left me, same day that she had me
Said she hit the road and never once looked back
And I just thought I'd mention, my Grandma's old age pension
Is the reason why I'm standing here today
I got all my country learning, milking and a churning
Pickin' cotton, rasin' hell, and bailin' hay
I've been to Georgia on a fast train honey
I wudn't born no yestday
Got a good Christian raisin' and an eighth grade education
Ain't no need in y'all a treatin' me this way
And now sweet Caroline, I don't guess I'll ever find
Another woman put together like you all
With your wiggle and your walkin', and your big city talkin'
Your brand new shiny Plymouth rag-top car
Yeah it's hurry up and wait, in this world of give and take
Seems like haste makes for waste every time
And I pray to my soul, when you hear those ages roll
You better know I'm gonna get my share of mine
Ain't no need in y'all a treatin' me this way
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Here For The Party
by Gretchen Wilson
Well im an eight ball shooting double fisted
Drinking son of a gun
I wear my jeans a little tight
Just to watch the little boys come undone
I'm here for the beer and the ball busting band gona get a little crazy just because i can
(Chorus)
You know im here for the party
And i aint leaving till they throw me out gonna have a little fun gonna get me some
You know im here, im here for the party
I may not be a ten but the boys say i clean up good
And if i gave em half a chance
For some rowdy romance you know they would
I've been waiting all week just to have a good time
So bring on them cowboys and their pick up lines
(Repeat chorus)
Dont want no purple hooter shooter just some
Jack on the rocks
Dont mind me if i start that trashy talk
(Repeat chorus twice)
Drinking son of a gun
I wear my jeans a little tight
Just to watch the little boys come undone
I'm here for the beer and the ball busting band gona get a little crazy just because i can
(Chorus)
You know im here for the party
And i aint leaving till they throw me out gonna have a little fun gonna get me some
You know im here, im here for the party
I may not be a ten but the boys say i clean up good
And if i gave em half a chance
For some rowdy romance you know they would
I've been waiting all week just to have a good time
So bring on them cowboys and their pick up lines
(Repeat chorus)
Dont want no purple hooter shooter just some
Jack on the rocks
Dont mind me if i start that trashy talk
(Repeat chorus twice)
Writer: KENNY ALPHIN, JOHN D. RICH, GRETCHEN FRANCES N WILSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Copperhead Road
by Steve Earle
Well my name's John Lee Pettimore
Same as my daddy and his daddy before
You hardly ever saw Grandaddy down here
He only came 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 Grandaddy bad
He headed up the holler with everything he had
It's before my time but I've been told
He never came 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
Well the sheriff came around in the middle of the night
Heard mama cryin', knew something wasn'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
And I came home with a brand new plan
I take the seed from Colombia and Mexico
I plant it up the holler down Copperhead Road
Well the D.E.A.'s got a chopper in the air
I wake up screamin' like I'm back over there
I learned a thing or two from ol' Charlie don't you know
You better stay away from Copperhead Road
Copperhead Road
Copperhead Road
Copperhead Road
Same as my daddy and his daddy before
You hardly ever saw Grandaddy down here
He only came 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 Grandaddy bad
He headed up the holler with everything he had
It's before my time but I've been told
He never came 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
Well the sheriff came around in the middle of the night
Heard mama cryin', knew something wasn'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
And I came home with a brand new plan
I take the seed from Colombia and Mexico
I plant it up the holler down Copperhead Road
Well the D.E.A.'s got a chopper in the air
I wake up screamin' like I'm back over there
I learned a thing or two from ol' Charlie don't you know
You better stay away from Copperhead Road
Copperhead Road
Copperhead Road
Copperhead Road
Writer: Steve Earle
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Gimme Three Steps
by Lynyrd Skynyrd
I was cutting the rug
Down at place called The Jug
With a girl named Linda Lou
When in walked a man
With a gun in his hand
And he was looking for you know who
He said, "Hey there, fellow
With the hair colored yellow
Whatcha tryin' to prove?
'Cause that's my woman there
And I'm a man who cares
And this might be all for you"
I said, "Excuse me"
I was scared and fearing for my life
I was shaking like a leaf on a tree
'Cause he was lean, mean
Big and bad, Lord
Pointin' that gun on me
"Oh, wait a minute, mister
I didn't even kiss her
Don't want no trouble with you
And I know you don't owe me
But I wish you'd let me
Ask one favor from you"
chorus:
"Oh, won't you
Gimme three steps, gimme
three steps, mister
Gimme three steps toward the door?
Gimme three steps, gimme
three steps, mister
And you'll never see me no more"
Oh, sure
Well the crowd cleared away
And I began to pray
And the water fell on the floor
And I'm telling you, son
Well, it ain't no fun
Staring straight down a forty-four
Well, he turned and
screamed at Linda Lou
And that's the break I was looking for
Well, you could hear me
screaming a mile away
I was headed out toward the door
chorus
Show me the back door
Down at place called The Jug
With a girl named Linda Lou
When in walked a man
With a gun in his hand
And he was looking for you know who
He said, "Hey there, fellow
With the hair colored yellow
Whatcha tryin' to prove?
'Cause that's my woman there
And I'm a man who cares
And this might be all for you"
I said, "Excuse me"
I was scared and fearing for my life
I was shaking like a leaf on a tree
'Cause he was lean, mean
Big and bad, Lord
Pointin' that gun on me
"Oh, wait a minute, mister
I didn't even kiss her
Don't want no trouble with you
And I know you don't owe me
But I wish you'd let me
Ask one favor from you"
chorus:
"Oh, won't you
Gimme three steps, gimme
three steps, mister
Gimme three steps toward the door?
Gimme three steps, gimme
three steps, mister
And you'll never see me no more"
Oh, sure
Well the crowd cleared away
And I began to pray
And the water fell on the floor
And I'm telling you, son
Well, it ain't no fun
Staring straight down a forty-four
Well, he turned and
screamed at Linda Lou
And that's the break I was looking for
Well, you could hear me
screaming a mile away
I was headed out toward the door
chorus
Show me the back door
Writer: ALLEN COLLINS, RONNIE VAN ZANT
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Good Hearted Woman
by Waylon Jennings
[ Featuring Willie Nelson ]
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 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 through this world hand in hand
A good hearted woman lovin' her good timin' man
He likes the night life and bright lights and good timin' friends
When the party's all over she'll 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 through this 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 we'll pass through this world hand in hand, Lord
A good hearted woman lovin' her good timin' man
Writer: Willie Nelson, Waylon Jennings
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
Take This Job And Shove It
by Johnny Paycheck
Take this job and shove it
I ain't working here no more
My woman done left and took all the reason
I was working for
You better not try to stand in my way
As I'm a-walkin' out the door
Take this job and shove it
I ain't working here no more
I've been workin' in this factory
For now on fifteen years
All this time I watched my woman
Drownin' in a pool of tears
And I've seen a lot of good folk die
That had a lot of bills to pay
I'd give the shirt right offa' my back
If I had the guts to say
Take this job and shove it
I ain't working here no more
My woman done left and took all the reason
I was workin' for
You better not try to stand in my way
As I'm a-walkin' out the door
Take this job and shove it
I ain't workin' here no more
Well that foreman, he's a regular dog
The line boss, he's a fool
Got a brand new flattop haircut
Lord, he thinks he's cool
One of these days I'm gonna' blow my top
And that sucker, he's gonna' pay
Lord, I can't wait to see their faces
When I get the nerve to say
Take this job and shove it
I ain't working here no more
My woman done left and took all the reason
I was workin' for
You better not try to stand in my way
As I'm a-walkin' out the door
Take this job and shove it
I ain't workin' here no more
Take this job and shove it
I ain't working here no more
My woman done left and took all the reason
I was working for
You better not try to stand in my way
As I'm a-walkin' out the door
Take this job and shove it
I ain't working here no more
I've been workin' in this factory
For now on fifteen years
All this time I watched my woman
Drownin' in a pool of tears
And I've seen a lot of good folk die
That had a lot of bills to pay
I'd give the shirt right offa' my back
If I had the guts to say
Take this job and shove it
I ain't working here no more
My woman done left and took all the reason
I was workin' for
You better not try to stand in my way
As I'm a-walkin' out the door
Take this job and shove it
I ain't workin' here no more
Well that foreman, he's a regular dog
The line boss, he's a fool
Got a brand new flattop haircut
Lord, he thinks he's cool
One of these days I'm gonna' blow my top
And that sucker, he's gonna' pay
Lord, I can't wait to see their faces
When I get the nerve to say
Take this job and shove it
I ain't working here no more
My woman done left and took all the reason
I was workin' for
You better not try to stand in my way
As I'm a-walkin' out the door
Take this job and shove it
I ain't workin' here no more
Take this job and shove it
Writer: David Allan Coe
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Texas When I Die
by Tanya Tucker
When I die I may not go to heaven
I don't know if they let cowboys in
If they don't just let me go to Texas, Boy!
Texas is as close as I've been.
New York couldn't hold my attention
Detroit City couldn't sing my song
If tomorrow finds me busted flat in Dallas
I won't care, 'cause at least I'll know I'm home.
When I die I may not go to heaven
I don't know if they let cowboys in
If they don't just let me go to Texas, Boy!
Texas is as close as I've been.
I'd ride through all of Hell and half of Texas
Just to hear Willie Nelson sing a country song
Beer just ain't as cold in old Milwaukee
My body's here, but my soul's in San Antone.
When I die I may not go to heaven
I don't know if they let cowboys in
If they don't just let me go to Texas, Boy!
Texas is as close as I've been.
When I die I may not go to heaven
I don't know if they let cowboys in
If they don't just let me go to Texas, Boy!
Texas is as close as I've been.
I don't know if they let cowboys in
If they don't just let me go to Texas, Boy!
Texas is as close as I've been.
New York couldn't hold my attention
Detroit City couldn't sing my song
If tomorrow finds me busted flat in Dallas
I won't care, 'cause at least I'll know I'm home.
When I die I may not go to heaven
I don't know if they let cowboys in
If they don't just let me go to Texas, Boy!
Texas is as close as I've been.
I'd ride through all of Hell and half of Texas
Just to hear Willie Nelson sing a country song
Beer just ain't as cold in old Milwaukee
My body's here, but my soul's in San Antone.
When I die I may not go to heaven
I don't know if they let cowboys in
If they don't just let me go to Texas, Boy!
Texas is as close as I've been.
When I die I may not go to heaven
I don't know if they let cowboys in
If they don't just let me go to Texas, Boy!
Texas is as close as I've been.
Writer: Bobby Borchers, Ed Bruce, Patsy Bruce
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Modern Day Bonnie And Clyde
by Travis Tritt
Well it's a long way to Richmond
Rollin' north on 95
With a redhead ridin' shotgun
And a pistol by my side
Tearin' down that highway
Like a modern day Bonnie and Clyde
We met at a truckstop
Johnson City, Tennessee
I was gassin' up my Firebird
When I heard her callin' me...mmm hmm
Said, 'Which way are you headed, boy
Do you need some company'
She had me stoppin' at a quick mart
Before we made it out of town
Next thing she was runnin' at me
Tellin' me to lay that hammer down
'Cause there's a man right behind me
Doin' his best to slow me down
Yeah and it's a long way to Richmond
Rollin' north on 95
With a redhead ridin' shotgun
And a pistol by my side
Tearin' down that highway
Like a modern day Bonnie and Clyde
Woo...
Well we pulled up to a motel
In the middle of the night
We were countin' all the money
Smokin' stolen Marlboro lights
Lord we never saw 'em comin'
'Til they read us both our rights
Yeah and it's a long way to Richmond
Rollin' north on 95
With a sheriff right beside me
Pistol pointed at my side
Oh, Lord...such a disappointing ending
For this modern day Bonnie and Clyde
Yeah...
Whoa
Well...
Woo...hoo
Rollin' north on 95
With a redhead ridin' shotgun
And a pistol by my side
Tearin' down that highway
Like a modern day Bonnie and Clyde
We met at a truckstop
Johnson City, Tennessee
I was gassin' up my Firebird
When I heard her callin' me...mmm hmm
Said, 'Which way are you headed, boy
Do you need some company'
She had me stoppin' at a quick mart
Before we made it out of town
Next thing she was runnin' at me
Tellin' me to lay that hammer down
'Cause there's a man right behind me
Doin' his best to slow me down
Yeah and it's a long way to Richmond
Rollin' north on 95
With a redhead ridin' shotgun
And a pistol by my side
Tearin' down that highway
Like a modern day Bonnie and Clyde
Woo...
Well we pulled up to a motel
In the middle of the night
We were countin' all the money
Smokin' stolen Marlboro lights
Lord we never saw 'em comin'
'Til they read us both our rights
Yeah and it's a long way to Richmond
Rollin' north on 95
With a sheriff right beside me
Pistol pointed at my side
Oh, Lord...such a disappointing ending
For this modern day Bonnie and Clyde
Yeah...
Whoa
Well...
Woo...hoo
Writer: JAMES LEBLANC, WALT ALDRIDGE
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Keep Your Hands To Yourself
by The Georgia Satellites
I got a little change in my pocket going ching-a-ling-a-ling
Wanna call you on the telephone, baby, give you a ring
But each time we talk, I get the same old thing
Always, "No huggee, no kissee until I get a wedding 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 yourself"
Ooh, baby, baby, baby, why you gonna treat me this way?
You know I'm still your loverboy, I still feel the same way
That's when she told me a story 'bout free milk and a cow
And said, "No huggee, no kissee until I get a wedding 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 yourself"
You see, I wanted her real bad and I was about to give in
That's when she started talking about true love, started talking about sin
I said, "Honey, I'll live with you for the rest of my life"
She said, "No huggee, no kissee until you make me a wife"
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"
Wanna call you on the telephone, baby, give you a ring
But each time we talk, I get the same old thing
Always, "No huggee, no kissee until I get a wedding 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 yourself"
Ooh, baby, baby, baby, why you gonna treat me this way?
You know I'm still your loverboy, I still feel the same way
That's when she told me a story 'bout free milk and a cow
And said, "No huggee, no kissee until I get a wedding 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 yourself"
You see, I wanted her real bad and I was about to give in
That's when she started talking about true love, started talking about sin
I said, "Honey, I'll live with you for the rest of my life"
She said, "No huggee, no kissee until you make me a wife"
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"
Writer: DANIEL JOHN BAIRD
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Flirtin With Disaster
by Molly Hatchet
I'm travelin' down the road,
I'm flirtin' with disaster.
I've got the pedal to the floor,
My life is running faster.
I'm out of money, I'm out of hope,
It looks like self destruction.
Well how much more can we take,
With all of this corruption.
Been flirtin' with disaster,
Y'all know what I mean.
And the way we run our lives,
It makes no sense to me.
I don't know about yourself or,
What you want to be - yeah.
When we gamble with our time,
We choose our destiny.
Chorus:
I'm travelin' down that lonesome road.
Feel like I'm dragging a heavy load.
Yeah! I've tried to turn my head away,
Feels about the same most every day.
Speeding down the fast lane,
Playin' from town to town.
The boys and I have been burnin' it up,
Can't seem to slow it down.
I've got the pedal to the floor,
Our lives are runnin' faster,
Got our sights set straight ahead,
But ain't sure what we're after.
Flirtin' with disaster,
Y'all know what I mean.
You know the way we run our lives,
It makes no sense to me.
I don't know about yourself or,
What you plan to be - yea!!
When we gamble with our time,
We choose our destiny.
Chorus:
Yeah!! we're travelin' down that lonesome road.
Feel like I'm dragging a heavy load.
Don't try to turn my head away,
I'm flirtin' with disaster every day.
Flirtin' with disaster, baby,
Y'all know what I mean.
You know the way we run our lives,
It makes no sense to me.
I don't know about yourself or,
What you plan to be - yea!!
When we gamble with our time,
We choose our destiny.
Chorus:
Yeah!! we're travelin' down that lonesome road.
Feel like I'm dragging a heavy load.
Don't try to turn my head away,
I'm flirtin' with disaster every day.
I'm flirtin' with disaster.
I've got the pedal to the floor,
My life is running faster.
I'm out of money, I'm out of hope,
It looks like self destruction.
Well how much more can we take,
With all of this corruption.
Been flirtin' with disaster,
Y'all know what I mean.
And the way we run our lives,
It makes no sense to me.
I don't know about yourself or,
What you want to be - yeah.
When we gamble with our time,
We choose our destiny.
Chorus:
I'm travelin' down that lonesome road.
Feel like I'm dragging a heavy load.
Yeah! I've tried to turn my head away,
Feels about the same most every day.
Speeding down the fast lane,
Playin' from town to town.
The boys and I have been burnin' it up,
Can't seem to slow it down.
I've got the pedal to the floor,
Our lives are runnin' faster,
Got our sights set straight ahead,
But ain't sure what we're after.
Flirtin' with disaster,
Y'all know what I mean.
You know the way we run our lives,
It makes no sense to me.
I don't know about yourself or,
What you plan to be - yea!!
When we gamble with our time,
We choose our destiny.
Chorus:
Yeah!! we're travelin' down that lonesome road.
Feel like I'm dragging a heavy load.
Don't try to turn my head away,
I'm flirtin' with disaster every day.
Flirtin' with disaster, baby,
Y'all know what I mean.
You know the way we run our lives,
It makes no sense to me.
I don't know about yourself or,
What you plan to be - yea!!
When we gamble with our time,
We choose our destiny.
Chorus:
Yeah!! we're travelin' down that lonesome road.
Feel like I'm dragging a heavy load.
Don't try to turn my head away,
I'm flirtin' with disaster every day.
Writer: BANNER HARVEY THOMAS, DANNY JOE BROWN, DAVID HLUBEK
Copyright: Lyrics © RECORDS ON THE WALL, INC
Copyright: Lyrics © RECORDS ON THE WALL, INC
Cocaine Blues (Live at Folsom State Prison, Folsom, CA)
by Johnny Cash
Early one morning while making the rounds
I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down
Went right home and I went to bed
I stuck that loving 44 beneath my head
Got up next morning and I grabbed that gun
Took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but run too slow
They overtook me down in Juarez, Mexico
Laid in the hot joints taking the pill
In walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill
He said Willie Lee, your name is not Jack Brown
You're the dirty hop that shot your woman down
I said yes sir, my name is Willie Lee
If you got a warrant, just read it to me
Shot her down because she made me sorе
I thought I was her daddy but she had five morе
When I was arrested I was dressed in black
They put me on train and it took me back
I had no friends for to go my bail
They slapped my dried up carcass in that county jail
Got up next morning about a half past nine
Spied a sheriff coming down the line
Hopped and he coughed as he cleared his throat
He said, come on you dirty hop into that district court
Into the courtroom, my trial began
Where I was handled by twelve honest men
Just before that jury started out
I saw that little judge commence to look about
In about five minutes, in walked a man
Holding the verdict in his right hand
The verdict read in the first degree
I hollered, lordy lordy, have mercy on me
The judge he smiled as he picked up his pen
Ninety-nine years in the Folsom pen
Ninety-nine years underneath that ground
I can't forget the day I shot my woman down
Come on you hops and listen unto me
Lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be
I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down
Went right home and I went to bed
I stuck that loving 44 beneath my head
Got up next morning and I grabbed that gun
Took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but run too slow
They overtook me down in Juarez, Mexico
Laid in the hot joints taking the pill
In walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill
He said Willie Lee, your name is not Jack Brown
You're the dirty hop that shot your woman down
I said yes sir, my name is Willie Lee
If you got a warrant, just read it to me
Shot her down because she made me sorе
I thought I was her daddy but she had five morе
When I was arrested I was dressed in black
They put me on train and it took me back
I had no friends for to go my bail
They slapped my dried up carcass in that county jail
Got up next morning about a half past nine
Spied a sheriff coming down the line
Hopped and he coughed as he cleared his throat
He said, come on you dirty hop into that district court
Into the courtroom, my trial began
Where I was handled by twelve honest men
Just before that jury started out
I saw that little judge commence to look about
In about five minutes, in walked a man
Holding the verdict in his right hand
The verdict read in the first degree
I hollered, lordy lordy, have mercy on me
The judge he smiled as he picked up his pen
Ninety-nine years in the Folsom pen
Ninety-nine years underneath that ground
I can't forget the day I shot my woman down
Come on you hops and listen unto me
Lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
The Very Best Of Outlaw Country is a 20-track compilation album featuring a mix of classic and modern outlaw country music. The album includes songs by renowned artists such as Waylon Jennings, Willie Nelson, Johnny Cash, and Travis Tritt.
Outlaw Country is a subgenre of country music that emerged in the 1970s as a reaction to the polished, commercial sound of mainstream country music at the time. The movement emphasized raw, honest, and often rebellious lyrics, as well as a rootsy, rock-influenced sound.
Outlaw country had a significant influence on the development of country music, paving the way for future subgenres like alternative country and Americana. The movement also inspired a new generation of artists who sought to create more authentic, roots-based music.
Genre(s):
Country, Outlaw Country Outlaw Country is a subgenre of country music that emerged in the 1970s as a reaction to the polished, commercial sound of mainstream country music at the time. The movement emphasized raw, honest, and often rebellious lyrics, as well as a rootsy, rock-influenced sound.
Outlaw country had a significant influence on the development of country music, paving the way for future subgenres like alternative country and Americana. The movement also inspired a new generation of artists who sought to create more authentic, roots-based music.
Length: 77:00
Released: February 5th, 2008
Year: 2008