The Charlie Daniels Band

[fox69]

"Georgia"

"Georgia"


Lamps in the windows burnin' bright, over in Santa Fe tonight
Full moon shining down along the border
But the ground is hard and the night is black
Over here by the railroad track
And I wish to the Lord that I was back in Georgia

Blue water in the evening sun,
Calling me when the day is done
Mama, mama pray for your son

All of my life I've been told
That the LA streets was paved with gold
Fame and fortune waiting to reward ya
But it didn't take long to understand
California ain't the promised land
But at least a man's a man in Georgia

Blue skys in the mornin' there
And there's green trees and breathin' air
Rockabye in my easy chair

Well the St. Mary's River in the Georgia moonlight
Flowing under the Folkston Bridge
The sun comes up through the long leaf pine trees
Over 'round the Kingsland ridge
I may be here but my mind is still
About 90 miles north of Jacksonville

Well I may not make it, it's a long, long road
But mama I've paid all the debts I owe
And if I don't you know they gonna find me tryin'
They took my songs and they took my soul
They made me hard and they made me old
Hell I just been born, but I feel just like I'm dying

[refrain]

 

[fox69]

"Get Me Back To Dixie"

"Get Me Back To Dixie"


You can put me in the ocean
Stranded in a boat
Put me on an island
No bottle or a note
Put me on a Greyhound bus
With a dog behind the wheel
Tie me up, you'll still get stuck
With a hearing how I feel
Drop me in Alaska
In thirty feet of snow
Drop me at the cold north pole
Where the eskimos won't go
Drop me in the desert
With the heat of the burning sand
Ring my bell, but I'll still tell you
How I really stand
Get me back to Dixie
I love my Tennessee
In the Smokey Mountains
That's where I want to be
From the muddy Mississippi
To the land of the Cherokee
Get me back to Dixie
I love my Tennessee...
Love my Tennessee
(Fire on the mountain, run boys run!)
You can run me up a mountain
Where only eagles fly
Throw me down a cold dark well
Where I can't see the sky
Tie me to the railroad tracks
And read me my last rites
Long as that train don't stop
Until Tennessee is in sight
Get me back to Dixie
I love my Tennessee
In the Smokey Mountains
That's where I want to be
From the muddy Mississippi
To the land of the Cherokee
Get me back to Dixie
I love my Tennessee
Get me back to Dixie
I love my Tennessee...
Love my Tennessee...

 

[fox69]

"Git Along, Little Dogies"

"Git Along, Little Dogies"


As I was out walking one mornin' for pleasure
I saw a young cowboy just riding along
His hat was throwed back and his spurs were a jingling
And as he approached he was singing this song
Yippy ti yi yei git along little dogies
It's your misfortune and none of my own
Yippy ti yi yei git along little dogies
You know that Wyoming will be your new home
I've rode for the Spanish and the old Double Diamond
For the Seven Bar Seven and the big 44
Now I'm on my way up to Cheyenne Wyoming
And I won't ever go back to Texas no more
Yippy ti yi yei git along little dogies...
The meanest old bronc that I ever laid eyes on
Was in the ramuda on the Circle T spread
He could buck he could pitch he could toss a good cowboy
Right out of the saddle and right on to his head
Yippy ti yi yei git along little dogies...

 

[fox69]

"God Bless The Mother"

"God Bless The Mother"


God Bless the Mother
Who brought up her baby boy
To believe that some things in this world
Are worth fighting for
The ones who raise the brave young men
Who're marchin' off to war
God Bless the Mother

God Bless the Father
Who taught his little girl
Freedom is a precious thing
And it's rare in this old world
The ones who wear their uniforms
Their land they proudly serve
God Bless the Father

[Chorus]
Christmas is a special time
When we want our loved ones near
There's a lot of lonesome homesick soldiers
Wishin' they were here
Lets say a prayer to the Lord Above
That they'll all be home next year
And the bells of Peace
Will Ring in the Holiday

God Bless America
We thank for the USA
We thank you for the Prince of Peace
Who was born on Christmas Day
And please protect our sons and daughters
In the land so far away
God Bless America

[Bridge]

[Chorus]

[Repeat third verse]

God Bless the Fathers

God Bless the Mothers

 

[fox69]

"God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen"
(feat. Evelyn Cox)

"God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen"
(feat. Evelyn Cox)



God rest ye merry gentlemen, let nothing you dismay
For Jesus Christ, our Savior was born on Christmas Day
To save us all from Satan's powers when we were gone astray

Glad tidings of comfort and joy
Comfort and joy
Glad tidings of comfort and joy

In Bethlehem, in Israel this blessed Babe was born
And laid within a manger upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary did nothing take in scorn

Oh, tidings of comfort and joy
Comfort and joy
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy

From God our Heavenly Father a blessed angel came
And unto certain shepherds brought tidings of the same
How that in Bethlehem was born the Son of God by name

Oh, tidings of comfort and joy
Comfort and joy
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy

"Fear not then, said the angel, let nothing you affright
This day is born a Savior of a pure virgin bright
To free all those who trust in Him from Satan's power and might"

Oh, tidings of comfort and joy
Comfort and joy
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy

Now to the Lord sing praises, all you within this place
And with true love and brotherhood each other now embrace
This holy tide of Christmas all other doth deface

Oh, tidings of comfort and joy
Comfort and joy
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy

 

[fox69]

"God Save Us All From Religion"
(feat. Marty Stuart)

"God Save Us All From Religion"
(feat. Marty Stuart)



He was building a beer can castle at the end of the bar
He said bud, we better get wiser,
But we've gone too far!
We got the Jews and the Muslims
The isms and the wasums
And ten thousand flavors of Christians
Got save us all from religion!

Well, I sat there stunned, just staring in my beer
That bar room philosopher said,
Son, ain't the truth mighty clear!
There's a preacher on TV, he's Pharisee greedy
And he thinks he's a hot politician!
God save us all from religion!

Ain't it a shame how the world's gone insane,
How we hurt and we hate, and we kill in God's name?
And Heaven above knows the answer is love
But it's sure hard to find it down here!

They're wolves in sheep's clothing,
Hypocrites, liars, and fools!
They say you can't go to Heaven
If you don't abide by their rules!
Remember religion crucified Jesus
When love was His only mission!
God save us all from religion!

Ain't it a shame how the world's gone insane,
How we hurt and we hate, and we kill in God's name?
And Heaven above knows the answer is love
But it's sure hard to find it down here!

He kept adding cans to his castle 'till finally fell
He said, son, left up to religion, I'd go right to hell!
But with mercy and faith, and God's saving grace
I know that I am forgiven
God save us all from religion!
My God, save us all from religion!

 

[fox69]

"Gone For Real"

"Gone For Real"


I'm hurtin'
Cause she's cheatin'
And I'm beggin'
Cause she's leavin'
And she's laughin'
And I'm cryin'
She done did everything
To bring a good man down
And this time she's really
Gone for real she's really gone
She took the house
I got the payment
She said beat it
I hit the pavement
I'm walkin'
She's ridin'
And that's my cherry red ragtop ford she's riding
This time she's really gone for real
She's really gone
She's gone and I'm danglin' in the wind
She's gone I got them empty bed blues again
Well this time she's really gone for real
She's really gone
She was foxy
She was classy
She was sexy
A little sassy
I was flyin
I was floatin
And then she pulled the plug
And I went down the drain
This time she's really
Gone for real she's really gone
Well she's officially, certified, absolutely
Positively, genuine, bona fide, never coming back again
Gone

 

[fox69]

"Good Ole Boy"

"Good Ole Boy"


Well I went down the road and I got in a fight.
We was cuttin' and a shootin' in the middle of the night.
The police came to raid the place
Well I jumped up; cussed in the police face
They whipped my head until my head caved in.
I jumped back up said do it again.

I'm a little wild and a little bit breezy
Rollin' 'em high and ridin' 'em easy, yes I am
Hog wild and woman crazy
'Bout half mean and about half lazy, yes I am
But I know what I am
And I don't give a damn
'Cause I'm a good ole boy

Well I found myself on a lucky streak
Rollin' seven come eleven in the middle of the street.
I won me two hundred dollars on a natural pass
When a big dude started givin' me some sass.
Well I grabbed him by the neck and I jerked him around
I tore up his head and a acre of ground

I'm a little wild and a little bit breezy
Rollin' 'em high and ridin' 'em easy, yes I am
Hog wild and woman crazy
'Bout half mean and about half lazy, yes I am
But I know what I am
And I don't give a damn
'Cause I'm a good ole boy

Well I jumped right up and I went for a ride
And I was driving my car on the left hand side.
Well I started out rollin' toward the county line
But I got sidetracked by a bottle of wine.
I run the right rear wheel in a big mudhole.
I tore down a house and a telephone pole.

But I'm a little wild and a little bit breezy
Rollin' 'em high and ridin' 'em easy, yes I am
Hog wild and woman crazy
'Bout half mean and about half lazy, yes I am
But I know what I am
And I don't give a damn
'Cause I'm a good ole boy

 

[fox69]

"Goodnight Loving Trail"
(originally by Utah Phillips)

"Goodnight Loving Trail"
(originally by Utah Phillips)



Too old to wrangle or ride on the swing,
You beat the triangle and you curse everything.
If dirt was a kingdom, they you'd be the king.
On the Goodnight Trail, on the Loving Trail,
Our Old Woman's lonesome tonight.
Your French harp blows like the low bawling calf.
It's a wonder the wind don't tear off your skin.
Get in there and blow out the light.
With your snake oil and herbs and your liniments, too,
You can do anything that a doctor can do,
Except find a cure for your own god damned stew
The campfire's gone out and the coffee's all gone,
The boys are all up and they're raising the dawn.
You're still sitting there, lost in a song.
The campfire's gone out and the coffee's all gone,
The boys are all up and they're raising the dawn.
You're still sitting there, lost in a song.
I know that some day I'll be just the same,
Wearing an apron instead of a name.
There's nothing can change it, there's no one to blame
For the desert's a book writ in lizards and sage,
Easy to look like an old torn out page,
Faded and cracked with the colors of age.
The campfire's gone out and the coffee's all gone,
The boys are all up and they're raising the dawn.
You're still sitting there, lost in a song.

 

[fox69]

"Gotta Serve Somebody"
(originally by Bob Dylan)

"Gotta Serve Somebody"
(originally by Bob Dylan)



You may be an ambassador to England or France
You may like to gamble, you might like to dance
You may be the heavyweight champion of the world
You may be a socialite with a long string of pearls
But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes
Indeed you're gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody
You might be a rock 'n' roll addict prancing on the stage
You might have drugs at your command, women in a cage
You may be a business man or some high-degree thief
They may call you doctor or they may call you chief
But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes you are
You're gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody
You may be a state trooper, you might be a young Turk
You may be the head of some big TV network
You may be rich or poor, you may be blind or lame
You may be living in another country under another name
But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes you are
You're gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody
You may be a construction worker working on a home
You may be living in a mansion or you might live in a dome
You might own guns and you might even own tanks
You might be somebody's landlord, you might even own banks
But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes
You're gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody
You may be a preacher with your spiritual pride
You may be a city councilman taking bribes on the side
You may be workin' in a barbershop, you may know how to cut hair
You may be somebody's mistress, may be somebody's heir
But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes
You're gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody
Might like to wear cotton, might like to wear silk
Might like to drink whiskey, might like to drink milk
You might like to eat caviar, you might like to eat bread
You may be sleeping on the floor, sleeping in a king-sized bed
But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes
Indeed you're gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody