Drive-By Truckers

[fox69]

"Ray’s Automatic Weapon"

"Ray’s Automatic Weapon"


I got to tell you
You got to take that gun back
Cuz these things that I been shooting at are getting all too real
Don't want to hurt nobody, but I keep on aiming closer
Don't think that I can keep it feeling like I feel
Ray I know I told you
That I'd keep it for you
I know I said I trusted me with it more than you
But something happened last night that made me reconsider
I need you to drive out here and relieve me of it too
I figured after forty years, I wouldn't still be having nightmares
You'd think that now that we're older, that war would finally be over
Ray, I'm in my sixties and the nights ain't getting shorter
Only my patience and checkbook and fuse
Ray I got to tell you
You got to come take that gun back
Cuz these things that I been shooting at are getting all too real

 

[fox69]

"Road Cases"

"Road Cases"


Got them pretty road cases
Protect our asses, protect our faces, protect our guitars, protect our amps.
Got them pretty road cases throw them out an airplane and they'll just bounce

Paint our name on them road cases, stencil and white spray paint
"Drive-by Truckers" on every one or maybe just "DBT"
Gonna get ourselves a big tour bus, maybe even an airplane
Fly around the world and back.
Hope it don't run out of gas.

Got them pretty road cases

Someday we'll hock our road cases, when we don't need them anymore
To pay off that big cocaine dealer (the only thing they're useful for)
One day we'll sell our road cases, when we don't need them anymore
When we outlive our usefulness,
The only thing road cases are useful for.

Got them pretty road cases.

 

[fox69]

"Ronnie And Neil"

"Ronnie And Neil"


Church blew up in Birmingham
Four little black girls killed for no goddamn good reason
All this hate and violence can't come to no good end
A stain on the good name.
A whole lot of good people dragged through the blood and glass
Blood stains on their good names and all of us take the blame

Meanwhile in North Alabama, Wilson Pickett comes to town
To record that sweet soul music, to get that Muscle Shoals sound

Meanwhile in North Alabama, Aretha Franklin comes to town
To record that sweet soul music, to get that Muscle Shoals sound

And out in California, a rock star from Canada writes a couple of great songs about the
Bad shit that went down
"Southern Man" and "Alabama" certainly told some truth
But there were a lot of good folks down here and Neil Young wasn't around

Meanwhile in North Alabama, Lynyrd Skynyrd came to town
To record with Jimmy Johnson at Muscle Shoals Sound
And they met some real good people, not racist pieces of shit
And they wrote a song about it and that song became a hit

Ronnie and Neil Ronnie and Neil
Rock stars today ain't half as real
Speaking their minds on how they feel
Let them guitars blast for Ronnie and Neil

Now Ronnie and Neil became good friends their feud was just in song
Skynyrd was a bunch of Neil Young fans and Neil he loved that song
So He wrote "Powderfinger" for Skynyrd to record
But Ronnie ended up singing "Sweet Home Alabama" to the lord

And Neil helped carry Ronnie in his casket to the ground
And to my way of thinking, us southern men need both of them around

Ronnie and Neil Ronnie and Neil
Rock stars today ain't half as real
Speaking their minds on how they feel
Let them guitars blast for Ronnie and Neil

 

[fox69]

"Runaway Train"

"Runaway Train"


Me and my baby's on a runaway train, on a runaway train, on a runaway train.

Runaway train, you and me
So damn glad it's a one-way ride.
Time's runnin' out, steamin' faster.
Non-stop joyride, no way back.
Tell my mama I'm comin' back home
soon as this train runs off this track.

Me and my baby's on a runaway train, on a runaway train, on a runaway train.
Me and my baby's on a runaway train, on a runaway train, on a runaway train.

Be quiet bitch, don't scream at me.
Save your dirty looks for the undertaker.
Before too long it will all be gone.
Drops of blood in your boilermaker.
Then we'll be on the TV news
the lives we've led lost in vain.

Bought my ticket on a runaway train,
can't stand livin', I can't stand pain
Be no flowers and sympathy, just a big red stain on the bedroom wall.

Me and my baby's on a runaway train, on a runaway train, on a runaway train.
Me and my baby's on a runaway train, on a runaway train, on a runaway train.

No more boring nights with the TV set on.
No more stinkin' fights on the telephone.

No more screamin' lies, no more phony "I love yous."
Cause I can't stand me and I can't stand you.
Runaway train, I can't stand the way you look when you look at me.
Runaway train, I can't stand the sound of your voice when you talk to me.
Runaway train, I can't stand to feel your touch when you're touchin' me.
Don't mind dyin' 'cause it's hard and fast:
Mass of twisted metal, broken bodies, broken glass,
broken engine, broken hearts, final overdrive,
broken people all around, broken train, broken lives.

Me and my baby's on a runaway train, on a runaway train, on a runaway train.
Me and my baby's on a runaway train, on a runaway train, on a runaway train.

 

[fox69]

"Santa Fe"

"Santa Fe"


You said that you'd be waiting for me here in Santa Fe
With hotel rooms and TV's booming loud every night and day
And all I have to do is just be careful what I say
And do and what I put us through

Colorado, lines were down, Des Moine's an underwater town
Don't know what it is, I thought I'd find out here
It's moving forward as it must, 95 and blowing dust
Sitting here and missing us, it couldn't be more clear

You said that you'd be waiting for me here in Santa Fe
With dreams and postponements along the way
Conditioned by the outstretched miles and high desert air
Thinking I might find you there

Holding you in my dreams
Ricocheting back and forth between my two extremes
Of light and dark and all the in betweens
All of us know too well exactly what that means

Will you still be here waiting for me here in Santa Fe?
With arms and obligations and tears along the way
And all I have to do is revel in here everyday
Then do it again tomorrow, do it again tomorrow
Do it again tomorrow in some other place

 

[fox69]

"Self Destructive Zones"

"Self Destructive Zones"


It was 1990 give or take I don't remember
When the news of revolution hit the air
The girls hadn't even started taking down our posters
When the boys started cutting off their hair
The radio stations all decided angst was finally old enough
It ought to have a proper home
Dead fat or rich nobody's left to bitch
About the goings' on in self destructive zones

The night the practice room caught fire
There were rumors of a dragon headed straight for Muscle Shoals
"Stoner tries to save an amplifier"
And it's like the dragon's side of the story is never told
When the dream and the man and the girls hang around long enough
To make you think it's coming true,
It's easier to let it all die a fairy tale,
Than admit that something bigger is passing through

The hippies rode a wave putting smiles on faces,
That the devil wouldn't even put a shoe
Caught between a generation dying from its habits,
And another thinking rock and roll was new
Till the pawn shops were packed like a backstage party,
Hanging full of pointy ugly cheap guitars
And the young'uns all turned to karaoke,
Hanging all their wishes upon disregarded stars

My Grandaddy's shotgun is locked in a closet
And it never shot a thing that could have lived
An old man decided that you couldn't choose your poison
Till you're nearly old enough to vote for him
They turned what was into something so disgusting
Even wild dogs would disregard the bones
Dead fat or rich nobody's left to bitch
About the goings' on in self destructive zones

 

[fox69]

"Shit Shots Count"

"Shit Shots Count"


Put your cigarette out and put your hat back on.
Don't mix up which is which.
They don't pay you enough to work.
They don't pay me enough to bitch.
The boss ain't as smart as he'd like to be.
But he ain't nearly as dumb as you think.
He just wants evolution on budget with the schedule you keep.
Swervin' four lanes movin' like blood through an old man's dyin' heart.
Nothing but time to keep hope alive through the speed of a string guitar.
He bought in young and I have no doubt, he's gonna cash out with a winning deal.
Trophy tailed wife's takin' boner pill rides for the price of a happy meal.

Shit shots count.
If the table's tilted, just pay the man who levels the floor.
Pride is what you charge a proud man for having.
Shame is what you sell to a whore.
Meat's just meat and it's all born dyin'.
Some is tender and some is tough.
Somebody's gotta mop up and eat one.
Somebody's gotta mop up the blood.

High ground ain't high enough to kill you quick it's the fall.
Idealistically speaking it sounds like you ain't listenin' at all.
Friday night britches are you ever be there til the fighting you on Monday's gone?
One more drag.
Tuck your hair in your hat.
Don't act so surprised, and try not to look so long.

Shit shots count.
If the table's tilted, just pay the man who levels the floor.
Pride is what you charge a proud man for having.
Shame is what you sell to a whore.
Meat's just meat and it's all born dyin'.
Some is tender and some is tough.
Somebody's gotta mop up and eat one.
Somebody's gotta mop up the blood.

 

[fox69]

"Shut Up And Get On The Place"

"Shut Up And Get On The Place"


Well your wishes and your feelings
Your bad dreams and intuitions
Are about as much good to me right now as a brand new set of golf clubs
We've been this close to death before, we were just too drunk to know it
Guess the price of being sobers being scared out of your mind

[Chorus]
When it comes your time to go, ain't no good way to go about it
Ain't no use in thinking bout it
You'll just drive yourself insane
There comes a time for everything
And the time has come for you to shut your mouth and get your ass on the plane

Ain't nothing I'd rather do right now than just go on home and lay around
But that ain't never an option for a working man like me
How much is enough you ask
I'll ask the man when I get a chance
All I know right now, there's somewhere else I'm suppose to be
[repeat chorus]

Screaming engines, shooting flames
Dirty needles and cheap cocaine
Some gal's old man with a gun
To me it's all the same
Dead is dead and it ain't no different than walking around if you ain't living
Living in fear's just another way of dying before your time
[repeat chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Sink Hole"

"Sink Hole"


I've always been a religious man, I 've always been a religious man
But I met the banker and it felt like sin, he turned my bailout down
The Banker Man, he let into me, let into me, let into me
The Banker Man, he let into me and spread my name around
He thinks I ain't got a lick of sense cause I talk slow and my money's spent
Now, I ain't the type to hold it against, but he better stay off my farm
Cause it was my Daddy's and his Daddy's before
And his Daddy's before and his Daddy's before
Five generations and an unlocked door and a loaded burglar alarm.

Lots of pictures of my purdy family, lots of pictures of my purdy family
Lots of pictures of my purdy family in the house where I was born.
House has stood through five tornadoes,
Droughts, floods, and five tornadoes.
I'd rather wrastle an alligator than to face the Banker's scorn
Cause he won't even look me in the eye
He just takes my land and apologize,
With pen, paper, and a friendly smile, he says the deed is done.
The sound you hear is my Daddy spinning, The sound you hear is my Daddy spinning
The sound you hear is my Daddy spinning over what the Banker done.

Like to invite him for some pot roast beef and mashed potatoes and sweet tea
Follow it up with some banana pudding and a walk around the farm
Show him the view from McGee Town Hill
Let him stand in my shoes and see how it feels
To lose the last thing on earth that's real
I'd rather lose my legs and arms

Bury his body in the old sink hole Bury his body in the old sink hole
Bury his body in the old sink hole under cold November sky
Then damned if I wouldn't go to church on Sunday
Damned if I wouldn't go to church on Sunday
Damned if I wouldn't go to church on Sunday
And look the Preacher in the eye.

 

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"Sounds Better In The Song"

"Sounds Better In The Song"


When I saw her standing there, with her bright eyes and shining hair,
She was looking back at me.
Some are meant to sing, some are meant to talk and some aren't meant to say a thing.
But when she opened up her mouth and that sweet voice came out
I lost track of my own name.
Now she's found herself, and I lost mine
And I'm just another guy who can't give her anything.

Well the drifter, He holds on to his youth just like it was money in the bank.
And "Lord knows, I can't change" sounds better in the song
Than it does with hell to pay.
I might as well of slipped that ring on your finger from a window of a van
As it drove away.
Now she's found herself, and I lost mine
And I'm just another guy who can't give her anything.

Dreams are given to you when you're young enough to dream them
Before they can do you any harm.
They don't start to hurt, until you try to hold on to them after seeing how they really are.
She used to dream them with me, every single crazy one,
Until they started hurting her too, now she's got some of her own
And outgrowing me, might be the best thing for her she's ever done.

A light that shines as bright as hers can't be kept in the shadows for too long.
A heart that wants to live and a soul that wants to give
Can't just sit at home alone.
Lord, she's give me everything and never wanted anything I couldn't give.
Just what was inside of me.
And now she's found herself, and I lost mine
And I'm just another guy who can't give her anything.