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The Charlie Daniels Band

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"Wild Wild Young Men"

"Wild Wild Young Men"


Wild, wild young men they like to have a good time.
They chase too many women, they drink to much wine.
Going for a wild ride stomping on the gas
Walking on the wild side living way too fast
Playing in a hot game they ain't never gonna win
Wild, wild young men
Wild, wild young men
Wild, wild young men like to party down
They got money in their pockets they're gonna spread it around
They try to make a big point of acting like a fool
Hanging out in the juke joints trying to be real cool
They're bound to come to some bad end
Wild, wild young men
Wild, wild young men
Young girl let me tell you don't give your heart
To no wild, wild young man cause he'll tear it apart.
You ain't nothing but a sweet toy; put your head in a spin.
He's just a honky tonk cowboy a feather in the wind.
Don't care about no one but his so called friends.
Wild, wild young men
 
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"Willie Jones"

"Willie Jones"


Willie Jones was a man I met when I lived in Baltimore
I was a guard and he was doing time
In the three long years he stayed there I got to know him well
Willie Jones he was a friend of mine

He used to say buddy you know where I'm going when they let me out of here
Alabama could be heaven if the Lord was there
And he talked about the southland though he'd drifted from its shores
I never seen a man who loved it more

He talked about the whippoorwills in the Alabama night
Honeysuckle vine and sugar cane
Swimming holes and fishing poles and early morning frost
And sleeping under a tin roof when it rained

He talked about a country road and a cabin in the pines
And a girl with wavy long chestnut brown hair
He talked about the beauty of his Blue Ridge Mountain home
And darn near made me think that I was there

He used to say buddy you know where I'm going when they let me out of here
Alabama could be heaven if the Lord was there
When a man ain't got no freedom the time sure passes slow
Willie Jones had ten long years to go

It's been almost a years now since that hot night in July
Willie hit the guard and jumped the fence
I had my rifle ready but I couldn't let it fly
I shot over his head and we ain't seen him since

Then last week the postman brought a letter to my door
Marked No Return Address and No Reply
It just said nobody north of Birmingham is gonna see this boy again
But if you're ever down our way won't you please drop by

He used to say buddy you know where I'm going when they let me out of here
Alabama could be heaven if the Lord was there
And he talked about the southland though he'd drifted from its shores
I never seen a man who loved it more
 
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"Yippie Ki Yea"

"Yippie Ki Yea"


You're a tired little cowboy your eyes are half closed
Let's put those six guns away
You've been ridin' all day yippie ki yea

That old stick horse you're ridin' is plumb tuckered out
But he stayed with you all the way
Let's give him some hay yippie ki yea

Put your head on the pillow and dream for a while
Bout heroes and desperate men
That ornery old outlaw's done broke out of jail
But tomorrow you'll put him back in

Sweet dreams little cowboy I hope you sleep well
I've just got one thing left to say
You sure make daddy's day yippie ki yea
You sure make daddy's day yippie ki yea
 
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"You Can't Pick Cotton"

"You Can't Pick Cotton"


I will never forget the day the law come take my grandpa away
The family lived on sugar hill making, making liquor in a moonshine still
Uncle Bill said, Grandpa you better run, High Sheriff is coming with a posse and a gun
Grandpa didn’t want to go to jail; he took off a running down the Cumberland Trail
They said, Hey Hey, I better get my britches on the high sheriffs come and to take me to town
Hey Hey, I better get a move on, I better get a move on down
[CHORUS:]
You can’t pick cotton if the fields ain’t white
You can’t stay sober on a Saturday night
You can’t go courting if you get too old
You can’t go driving if the wheels won’t roll
Greenback money make the wheels go round
I’m gonna play my fiddle’til the sun goes down
Two weeks later he was back in town in a Cadillac car with the top rolled down
Girls in the front, girls in the back, whiskey in the jug, and money in the sack
Sitting in the backseat, jumping like a frog, crazy like a possum putting on a dog
New suit new hat twinkle in his eye, playing on his fiddle for the people passing by
He said, Hey Hey, give me a drink of water the sun is getting hotter and I think I’m getting dry
Hey Hey, doing what I ought-ta now, telling you the reason why…
[CHORUS]
Do you remember a long time ago?
Devil worked a man named Cotton-Eyed Joe
Devil worked a man named Cotton-Eyed Joe
Down in the __ fields down below
Everybody talking about Cotton-Eyed Joe
Everybody talking about Cotton-Eyed Joe
[CHORUS]
 
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