1. |
Mississippi Nights
04:27
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Hear the coyotes howlin' round supper time
My belly starts to growl so I grab my old fishing line
Catching burrs down and old dirt trail
To a place that I know so well
Clear the path and I see that bonfire rising
(Chorus)
Come on baby, let's go down
To the muddy Mississippi
In a little bitty town
Come on baby, let's get real shitty
Drinking three whole bottles of
Homemade whiskey
Come on baby let's go down
To a red hot place, there's a hole in the ground
Everybody knows when the devils in town
See all these folks and not a soul around
Sitting on an old stump
Watching the fire
Take a hit, take a pull
Getting bloodshot eyes
The sound of the fiddle breaks my trance
Sawing off jigs so the girlies can dance
But still ain't got a hit on my line
(Chorus)
Come on baby, let's go down
To the muddy Mississippi
In a little bitty town
Come on baby, let's get real shitty
Drinking three whole bottles of
Homemade whiskey
Come on baby let's go down
To a red hot place, there's a hole in the ground
Everybody knows when the devils in town
See all these folks and not a soul around
Come on you scaley son of a bitch
The shadow of the chick with the oversized tits
Is bouncing off the shore where I'm trying to fish
And getting nothing!
She whispers real low
'Bout how far she'll go
All of a sudden, goddamn!
I get a tugging up on my pole
(Chorus)
Come on baby, let's go down
To the muddy Mississippi
In a little bitty town
Come on baby, let's get real shitty
Drinking three whole bottles of
Homemade whiskey
Come on baby let's go down
To a red hot place, there's a hole in the ground
Everybody knows when the devils in town
See all these folks and not a soul around
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2. |
Black Widow
04:40
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See her walking down the road with her long black hair
Way she's walking she's a lookin' like she just don't care
She got a secret 'neath her skirt
Hidden in her thigh highs
On her mind she's got a mission
On her leg a .45
That man don't see her coming but he better run and hide
He got a green eyed devil coming with a .45
That bullet screams through the air
Like a south bound train
And in an instant busts a hole
In his motherfucking brain
(Chorus)
Devil woman come a running with a gatling gun
If you stand she'll shoot you
And she'll shoot you if you run
(Chorus)
Devil woman come a running with a gatling gun
If you stand she'll shoot you
And she'll shoot you if you run
See her eyeing me down from across that room
And like a black widow bite I know my end is coming soon
I can't help myself, crawl into her black cadillac
Before I even realize I'm riding in a body bag
(Chorus)
Devil woman come a running with a gatling gun
If you stand she'll shoot you
And she'll shoot you if you run
Got a mind of fire
Got a promise of steel
Any man that cross her path
Will know just how I feel
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3. |
Biscuits and Gravy
03:37
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I say too many biscuits not enough gravy
A sight like that'll drive a man crazy
I say too many biscuits and not enough gravy
Well it's been the story of my life here lately
(Chorus)
Gonna take this place by storm
Then walk on down that road
Can't have what I want, don't want what I have
All I want is water, all she brought was gas
Can't have what I want, don't want what I have
Been doing belly flops into quicksand
(Chorus)
Gonna take this place by storm
Then walk on down that road
I say too many biscuits and not enough gravy
I been going insane since I lost my baby
I say too many biscuits and not enough gravy
Well the only way to fix it is to make my head hazy
(Chorus)
Gonna take this place by storm
Then walk on down that road
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4. |
Tommy B
03:36
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Baby you gone and hurt me
I'm gonna take you down
Baby you gone and hurt me
I'm gonna take you down
And that man you been a loving
He knows his time come around
That man took off like a beaten dog
Run him down with my rusted out ford
That man took off like a beaten dog
Run him down with my rusted out ford
Rest his head on a stump
And smash it with a 2x4
Take you down to that river girl
I'm gonna toss you in
Take you down to that river girl
I'm gonna toss you in
With a chain around your waist
And a stone tucked up under your chin
Baby I hear you cryin'
You get no mercy from me
Baby I hear you cryin'
You get no mercy from me
I'm a cold blooded son of a bitch
People call me Tommy B
Sit down on that bar stool
Got your blood in my whiskey
Sit down on that bar stool
Got your blood in my whiskey
If there's one thing that you need to know
Don't fuck around with Tommy B
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5. |
Can't Get Away
04:06
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I've long handed out my share of abuse
But I promise you this, I've had mine too
Over and over this happens again
And through it all, here I stand
I have no idea how things turned out this way
But I promise you this, I'm the only one to blame
Nobody ever put a loaded gun to my head
And I've never denied, a goddamn word I've said
(Chorus)
Lord I just can't get away
And I know that I can't change
Lord I just can't get away
Well I try and I try, but it all ends up the same
Well, I've claimed to be the smartest man in the room
What I lack in wit, I make up with truth
Ain't no point in living life dishonestly
You don't like what I got, the world can just leave me be
(Chorus)
Lord, I just can't get away
And I know that I can't change
Lord, I just can't get away
Well I try and I try but it always ends the same
(Chorus)
Lord, I just can't get away
And I know that I can't change
Lord, I just can't get away
Well I try and try but it always
Try and I try but it always
Try and I try but it always stays the same
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6. |
Drunk and Pissed Off
03:43
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Well my cars outta gas
And my tires all flat
Clocked myself with the door
And now my eyes are black
My balls are too long
And my dick is too small
And my old lady's pussys
Like a big brick wall
So I'm sitting here drinking
Thinking about my life
Druggin' and a chuggin'
Feeling low, getting high
Boozin' and a losing
Till my temper starts to flare
And I run around the house
Screaming "It ain't fair"
(Chorus)
And I'm drunk and pissed off
Drunk and pissed off
Drunk and pissed off motherfucker
Drunk and pissed off
Lock my keys in the car
Lock my car in the house
My house behind evictions
That the banks handing out
Well no one done me wrong
As far as I know
But all 6 of my kids
They as black as coal
(Chorus)
So I'm drunk and pissed off
Drunk and pissed off
Drunk and pissed off motherfucker
Drunk and pissed off
Stubbed all ten toes when I walked in my house
Flipped on the light and I was cleaned out
Sittin' in the kitchen on an old milk crate
Then my baby walked in
And said "I think I'm late"
Well I'm sitting here drinking
Thinking about my life
Druggin' and a chuggin'
Feeling low, getting high
Boozin' and a losing
Till my temper starts to flare
And I run around the house
Screaming "It ain't fair"
(Chorus)
And I'm drunk and pissed off
Drunk and pissed off
Drunk and pissed off motherfucker
Drunk and pissed off
Did I tell you that I'm
Drunk and pissed off
Don't you know that I'm
Drunk and pissed off
Gonna tell ya that pissed off and drunk
Drunk and pissed off
Pissed off and drunk
And drunk and pissed the fuck off
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7. |
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(Chorus)
I'm a 24 karat gold son of a bitch
Everyone that knows me got a bone to pick
24 karat gold son of a bitch
All my nicknames begin or end with dick
I'm a 24 karat gold son of a bitch
The one that everybody should know
Walking down the street with a moonshine glass
Taking down some names and kicking ass
Well I don't know why you gotta treat me this way
I'm the only good thing about your whole damn day
And you can all
Just kiss my ass
(Chorus)
Cause I'm a 24 karat gold son of a bitch
Everyone that knows me got a bone to pick
24 karat gold son of a bitch
All my nicknames begin or end with dick
I'm a 24 karat gold son of a bitch
The one that everybody should know
Lookin' down my nose at you ugly folks
If it wasn't for my brass balls you'd make me choke
I'm not here to preach my vanity
But the only one here I'd like to bone is me
And you can all
Just kiss my ass
(Chorus)
I'm a 24 karat gold son of a bitch
Lookin' down my nose at you ugly pricks
I'm a 24 karat gold son of a bitch
All you ugly fuckers gonna make me sick
I'm a 24 karat gold son of a bitch
You outta see the skanks that I take home
I'm as classy as a bottle of Boones Farm wine
Don't go and trash up my good time
Cause I'm a 24 karat gold son of a bitch
24 karat gold son of a bitch
24 karat gold son of a bitch
24 karat gold son of a bitch
I march to the beat of a different drum
That drum sounds like me kicking you in the nuts
I'm as cocky as a prick, as honest as a thief
Give me half a chance I'm gonna bust you in the teeth
And you can all
Just kiss my ass
(Chorus)
I'm a 24 karat gold son of a bitch
Sitting on the barstool with my big dick
I'm a 24 karat gold son of a bitch
From the waste down you know I smell like piss
I'm a 24 karat gold son of a bitch
I'm gonna die cold and alone
I'm gonna die cold and alone
And you can all
Just kiss my ass
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8. |
Booze Train
03:18
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Seeing double, drawing trouble
Shooting whiskey and rum
Top it off with a pint of beer
Little mamma with your head full of drama
Just take a drink I promise that you just won't care
Let me know when the devil comes a calling
Cause that motherfuckers on my list
Last that I saw he was a having a ball
With my baby's ass buried in the bottom of his fist
I don't know where I'm going
Where I been I can't tell
But I can tell you how I'm getting there
(Chorus)
I'm a riding on a booze train
On a whiskey burning booze train
I'm a riding on a booze train
On a goddamn booze train
There goes Jack got some pussy in his lap
And he's smiling from ear to ear
While his old lady Jill been running up his bill
And teasing every cock from Kansas City to here
And we done with those hard times
We looking for good times
It's gonna leave us broke as sin
Well give me that cup and leave me fucked up
And do it again and again and again
I don't know where I'm going
Where I been I can't tell
But I can tell you how I'm getting there
(Chorus)
I'm a riding on a booze train
On a whiskey burning booze train
I'm a riding on a booze train
On a goddamn booze train
Last call and the lights turn bright
And baby I'ma tell you, I'm not done with this night
Well mamma lets go where the lights turned low
And the sounds are so nice and quiet
Bullshit! You know I'm ready for gin, and I'm ready for sin
Ready to forget my name
Well mamma I'll tell that I'ma going to hell
And I'll be riding on a booze train
I don't know where I'm going
Where I been I can't tell
But I can tell you how I'm getting there
(Chorus)
I'm a riding on a booze train
On a whiskey burning booze train
I'm a riding on a booze train
On a goddamn booze train
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9. |
Cicada Song
03:41
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I go down, I go down
To that warm and distant place
Walking through forgotten plains
I feel the bite of changing rains
The road roars a quiet call
And nothing matters when skies fall
My feet blister, my eyes clear
I see no sign of my home here
(Chorus)
I roam from what I know
To ease my desperate soul
And I search for my home
On the open road
The open road
I walk down that gravel road
These walking shoes they have no home
I got a pocket full of stones
And a bag of muddy bones
Clouds clear, stars shine
The pavement worries my humble mind
Cicada sings a searing song
There is no rest till I find home
(Chorus)
I roam from what I know
To ease my desperate soul
And I search for my home
On the open road
The open road
I roam from what I know
To ease my desperate soul
And I search for my home
On the open road
The open road
(Chorus)
I roam from what I know
To ease my desperate soul
And I search for my home
On the open road
The open road
I search high, I search low
And anywhere that strangers go
To find a plate, to find a bed
To find a place to rest my head
I see now my big mistake
I realize my simple fate
From the delta to the shores
I will walk a simple fate
(Chorus)
I roam from what I know
To ease my desperate soul
And I search for my home
On the open road
The open road
I roam from what I know
To ease my desperate soul
And I search for my home
On the open road
The open road
I roam from what I know
To ease my desperate soul
And I find that my home
Is the open road
The open road
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10. |
Habanero
02:42
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90 miles an hour in a Cadillac
Been ripping and rollin like potato sacks
With dirt in her hair and smoke in the air
We been drip droppin' dry the last bottle of Jack
My way down the highway
Which is any damn way but up
Take a taste of habanero and pass it around
Well that's good old fashion fun, let me tell ya now
(Chorus)
My little mamma like it red hot
Your little mamma like it red hot
All the little mammas like it red hot
So pack the pepper down in the sugar pie
Your little mamma like it red hot
And my little mamma like it red hot
All the little mammas like it red hot
So pack the pepper down in the sugar pie
Going Hey yea yea!!
Where it stops, hell we just don't know
Got a loud rowdy crowd
And we waiting to get down
With a trunk full of guns
Lookin' for some good old fashioned fun
Let me tell ya now
(Chorus)
My little mamma like it red hot
Your little mamma like it red hot
All the little mammas like it red hot
So pack the pepper down in the sugar pie
Your little mamma like it red hot
And my little mamma like it red hot
All the little mammas like it red hot
So pack the pepper down in the sugar pie
(Chorus)
Yea, my little mamma like it red hot
And your little mamma like it red hot
All the little mammas like it red hot
So pack the pepper down in the sugar pie
Your little mamma like it red hot
And my little mamma like it red hot
All the little mammas like it red hot
So pack the pepper down in the sugar pie
Hey little mamma
Gimme what I need
Make it red hot, oh yea
Hey little mamma
Give me what I need
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11. |
Ol Shotgun
05:29
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I invite you to my home
Smoke my smoke and drink my shine
You talk to me through a crooked smile
You try to steal my shit
Then lie right through your teeth
Let me introduce you to a friend of mine
(Chorus)
My ol' shotgun love everyone
My ol' shotgun ain't scared of no fun
Everybody get down, take a shot
It's gonna get wild
My ol' shotgun is screaming at the sky
Got a black tooth grin
And fire in his eyes
Everybody run when they see this shotgun smile
You haul ass down the street
But you know I'm right behind
Pray to god someone saves your soul
Get your cocksucker outta my face
Or I'll show you bleeding heart
I'm gonna fill your throat full of holes
(Chorus)
My ol' shotgun love everyone
My ol' shotgun ain't scared of no fun
Everybody get down, take a shot
It's gonna get wild
My ol' shotgun is screaming at the sky
Got a black tooth grin
And fire in his eyes
Everybody run when they see this shotgun smile
I've lived life poor as dirt
Ain't got shit to my name
What I got, it's sweat and blood
Open that moonshine wide
We gonna drink all night
Wake up in the morning covered in mud
(Chorus)
My ol' shotgun love everyone
My ol' shotgun ain't scared of no fun
Everybody get down, take a shot
It's gonna get wild
My ol' shotgun is screaming at the sky
Got a black tooth grin
And fire in his eyes
Everybody run when they see this shotgun smile
My old shotgun
My old shotgun
My old shotgun, hell yea!
My old shotgun
My old shotgun
My old shotgun, hell yea!
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12. |
Fire In Her Eyes
04:38
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She got this rock down in her soul
It moves her feet, boy, and don't you know
Out on this world she gonna have some fun
Under the bed found her daddy's gun
(Chorus)
Come on baby move me
With them sexy thighs
She sure know how to move me
When you got that gun in-between my eyes
Come on baby move me
Move me from place to place
You sure know to move me
When you got that pistol up in my face
She take me for a night out on the town
In the blink of an eye, burns the whole thing down
That girls as crazy as an old jitterbug
I tell you man, I think I'm sure in love
(Chorus)
Come on baby move me
With them sexy thighs
She sure know how to move me
When you got that gun in-between my eyes
Come on baby move me
Move me from place to place
You sure know to move me
When you got that pistol up in my face
(Chorus)
Come on baby move me
With them sexy thighs
She sure know how to move me
When you got that gun in-between my eyes
Come on baby move me
Move me from place to place
You sure know to move me
When you got that pistol up in my face
Come on baby, move me slow
Come on baby, we gotta go
You and me baby, we on the run
Me and you, and a smoking gun
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13. |
On My Grave
03:31
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I'm walking
Down that dirt path
Smelling that sweet summer air
Honeysuckle in the warm breeze
And I forget all my worries and cares
(Chorus)
I made my mistakes
And you make your own
No one stakes claim to my wrongs
No excuse in my hand
No crutch to lean on
Carve this on my grave when I'm gone
Take a load off
Near the back creek
And dip my hands into the stream
Lay back on that white oak
And drift away into a dream
(Chorus)
I do this alone
My bodies my home
I need no one else to come along
I am just a man
I have no great plans
Carve this on my grave when I'm gone
So take of your tree
The fruit of the leaves
And leave the rind buried and gone
But you'll want more than need
To hell with your greed
Carve this on my grave when I'm gone
This life I lead is mine
Buried deep within them pines
On past the burrow of thorns
And this is all I am
Nothing better than what I can
Carve this on my grave when I'm gone
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14. |
FUCK IT
04:14
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Five motherfuckers on a Friday night
Got a 12 pack of beer
And some rot gut moonshine
Piggies popping cherries
And we just don't care
Hit an old dirt road
Vanish into the air
(Chorus)
I tell you I don't give a fuck
I tell you I don't give a fuck
I tell you I don't give a fuck
Take the world by it's throat
And smash it's fucking head
All those cocksuckers up in Washington DC
Can break their own laws
And get away scot fucking free
Don't come at me with your
Faith and devotion
Cause my middle finger
Got the same fuckin' notion
Chorus)
I tell you I don't give a fuck
I tell you I don't give a fuck
I tell you I don't give a fuck
Take the world by it's throat
And smash it's fucking head
Pickin' Pretty Polly
On the ol' banjo
Grab some home made wine
And a mossburg oak
Same motherfuckers
On a Saturday night
Got a whole lotta weed
And a corncob pipe
Chorus)
I tell you I don't give a fuck
I tell you I don't give a fuck
I do whatever the fuck I want
Take the world by it's throat
And smash it's fucking head
I tell you I don't give a fuck
I tell you I don't give a fuck
I tell you I don't give a fuck
Take the world by it's throat
And smash it's fucking head
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15. |
Dirty Motherfucker
04:22
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I'm a cocksucker, dirty motherfucker
Don't give a shit about you
I'm a cocksucker, dirty motherfucker
Motherfucker you can blow me too
I'm a cocksucker, dirty motherfucker
Stole your whole tool set
I drank all your milk
And I stole all your money
And I flattened your dog when I left
I'm a cocksucker, dirty motherfucker
Drank up all your booze
Beat your boss' car in with a baseball bat
Next day I said it was you
I'm a cocksucker, dirty motherfucker
Smoked up all your weed
Left the stems and the seeds
And the pipe on the table
Then I called up the police
I'm a cocksucker, dirty motherfucker
Fucked your wife when you was gone
I'm a cocksucker, dirty motherfucker
And your sister joined in 'fore long
Here we go now
I'm a cocksucker, dirty motherfucker
Spread some rumors about you
People ask me if you like to touch
The little girls and boys
I just sigh and I say it's true
I'm a cocksucker, dirty motherfucker
Told everyone you was gay
When you ask me about it
I just said that everyone
Thinks that your happy
I'm a cocksucker, dirty motherfucker
Saw your face turn blue
When standing at the alter
Slipped the tongue to your sister
Right after she said "I do"
I'm a cocksucker, dirty motherfucker
Snuck in your bedroom
While you was snoozin'
Stuck my pecker in your wife
On my own honeymoon
I'm a cocksucker, dirty motherfucker
Said I was your friend
You stupid motherfucker
Believe every word I say
So we'll be friends till the end
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