The Charlie Daniels Band

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"(Ghost) Riders In The Sky: A Cowboy Legend"

"(Ghost) Riders In The Sky: A Cowboy Legend"


An old cow polk went ridin’ one dark and windy day
Upon a ranch he rested as he went along his way
When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows he saw
A plowin’ through the ragged sky and up the cloudy draw

Yippee-I-Yay
Yippee-I-Yo
Ghost Riders in the Sky

Their brands were still on fire and thier hoofs were made of steel
Their horns were black and shiney and thier hot breath he could feel
A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky

Yippee-I-Yay
Yippee-I-Yo
Ghost Riders in the Sky

Their faces gone, their eyes were blurred , their shirts all soaked with sweat
Their rindin’ hard to catch that heard but they ain’t caught ‘em yet
‘Cause they got to ride forever in that range up in the sky
On horses snortin’ fire... as they ride they hear their cry

Yippee-I-Yay
Yippee-I-Yo
Ghost Riders in the Sky

As the riders loped on by him, he heard one call his name
'If you want to save your soul from hell, you’re ridin’ on that range
then cowboy, change your ways today……or with us you’ll ride on
tryin’ to catch the devil’s herd across the endless sky'
Yippee-I-Yay (Yippee-I-Yay)
Yippee-I-Yo (Yippee-I-Yo)
Ghost Riders in the Sky
 
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"(What This World Needs Is) A Few More Rednecks"

"(What This World Needs Is) A Few More Rednecks"


[Chorus:]
What this world needs is a few more rednecks
Some people ain't afraid to take a stand
What this world needs is a little more respect
For the Lord and the law and the workin' man
We could use a little peace and satisfaction
Some good people up front to take the lead
A little less talk and a little more action
And a few more rednecks is what we need

I was raised on beans and cornbread
And I like my chicken fried
Yes, I drive a pickup truck
And I'm full of American pride
I keep a Bible on my table
I got a flag out on my lawn
And I don't believe in mindin'
No one's business but my own

And I love them Rambo movies
I think they make a lot of sense
And it's a shame ole John Wayne
Didn't live to run for president

And I don't care what nobody says
I don't trust ole Gorbachev
And I don't know who turned him on
But it's time to turn him off

[Chorus]

Now they're tryin' to take my guns away
And that would be just fine
If you take ‘em away from the criminals first
I'll gladly give ya mine
And I don't mind payin' taxes
But it makes my temper itch
When my hard earned money goes
To make some politician rich

What most people call a redneck
Ain't nothin' but a workin' man
And he makes his livin'
By the sweat of his brow
And the calluses on his hands
Now you intellectuals may not like it
But there ain't nothin' that you can do
Cause there's a whole lot more of us common-folks
Then there ever will be of you

[Chorus]

That's what we need
And a few more rednecks is what we need
 
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"A Carolina Christmas Carol"

"A Carolina Christmas Carol"


I might as well go ahead and tell you right up front: I believe in Santa Claus.

Now, you can believe or not believe, but I'm here to tell you for a fact that there is a Santa Claus, and he does bring toys and stuff like that on Christmas Eve night.

I know, I know. It sounds like I've had too much eggnog, don't it?

All I ask is that you wait till I get through telling my story before you make up your mind.

When I was a kid, Christmas time had a magic to it that no other season of the year had. There was just something in the air, something that you couldn't put your finger on, but it was there, and it affected everybody.

It seemed like everybody smiled and laughed more at that time of year, even the people who didn't hardly smile and laugh the rest of the year. "You reckon it's gonna snow? I sure do wish it'd snow this year. Do you reckon it's gonna?" Heck no, it won't gonna snow. As far as I know, it ain't never snowed in Wilmington, North Carolina, at Christmas time in the whole history of man. It seemed like everybody in the world had snow at Christmas except us.

In the funny papers, Nancy and Sluggo and Little Orphan Annie had snow to frolic around in at Christmas time. The Christmas cards had snow. Bing Crosby even had snow to sing about.

But not one flake fell on Wilmington, North Carolina. But that didn't dampen our spirits one little bit.

Our family celebrated Christmas to the hilt. We were a big, close-knit family, and we'd gather up at Grandma's house every year. My grandparents lived on a farm in Bladen County, about fifty miles from Wilmington, and I just couldn't wait to get up there. They lived in a great big old farmhouse, and every Christmas they'd fill it up with their children and grandchildren. We'd always stay from the night of the twenty-third through the morning of the twenty-sixth. There'd be Uncle Clyde and Aunt Martha, Uncle Lacy and Aunt Selma, Uncle Leroy and Aunt Mollie, Uncle Stewart and Aunt Opal, and my mama and daddy, Ernest and Nadine. I won’t even go into how many children were there, but take my word for it, there were a bunch.

There'd be people sleeping all over that big old house. We kids would sleep on pallets on the floor, and we'd giggle and play till some of the grown-ups would come and make us be quiet. All the usual ground rules about eating were off for those days at Grandma's house. You could eat as much pie and cake and candy as you could hold, and your mama wouldn't say a word to you. My grandma would cook from sunup to sundown and love every minute of it. She'd have cakes, pies candy, fruit and nuts setting out all the time, and on top of that, she'd cook three big meals a day. I mean, we eat like pigs.

Christmas was also the only time that my Granddaddy would take a drink. It was a Southern custom of the time not to drink in front of small children, so Granddaddy kept his drinking whiskey hid in the barn. When he'd want to go out there and get him a snort, he'd say that he had to go see if the mare had had her foal yet. It was a good, good time. A little old-fashioned by some peoples standards, but it suited us just fine.

If I'm not mistaken, it was the year I was five years old that my cousin Buford told me that there wasn't any Santa Claus. Buford was about nine at the time. He always was a mean-natured cuss.

Still is.

Well, I just refused to believe him. I said, "You're telling a great big fib, Buford Ray, 'cause Santa Claus comes to see me every Christmas, right here at Grandma and Granddaddy's house."

"That ain't Santa Claus. That's your mama and daddy."

One thing led to another and I got so upset about the prospect of no Santa Claus that I went running into the house crying.

"Grandma, Grandma! Buford says there ain't no Santa Claus! There is a Santa Claus, ain't they, Grandma?"

"Of course there is, Curtis. Buford was just joking with you."

Aunt Selma heard me talking to Grandma and walked to the door. "Buford Ray, get yourself in this house right this minute!"

When he came in, Aunt Selma grabbed him by the ear, led him into the front room and swatted him.

Granddaddy was also a big defender of Santa Claus. He would talk about Santa Claus like he was a personal friend of his. And the more he went to check on the mare, the more he talked about Santa Claus, or "Sandy Claws," as he called him.

"Yes, children, old Sandy Claws will be hitching up them reindeers and heading on down this a-way before long. Wonder what he's gonna bring this year?"

He'd have us so excited by the time we went to bed that I reckon if visions of sugarplums ever danced in anybody's heads, it was ours.

Christmas Eve night, after we had eaten about as much supper as we could hold, we'd go in the front room. There'd always be a big log fire crackling in the fireplace, and Granddaddy would always say the same thing.

"Children, do y'all know why we have Christmas every year?"

"Cause that's when the Baby Jesus was born."

"That's right. We're celebrating the Lord's birthday. Do y'all know where He was born at?"

"In Bethlehem," we would all chime in.

"That's right, He was born in a stable in Bethlehem almost two thousand years ago."

Then Granddaddy would put on his spectacles and read Saint Luke's version of the Christmas story. Then, after we'd had family prayer, Granddaddy would always get a twinkle in his eye. "I reckon I'd better step out to the barn and see if that old mare has had her baby yet."

There was always a chorus of, "Can I go with you, Granddaddy?"

"Y'all had better stay in here by the fire. It's mighty cold outside. I'll be right back."

When Granddaddy came back in the house, he'd always say, "I was on my way back from the barn while ago, and I heard something that sounded like bells a-tinkling, way back off yonder in the woods. I just can't figure why bells would be ringing back in the woods this time of night."

"It's Santa Claus! It's Santa Claus!"

"Well, now, I never thought of that. I wonder if it was old Sandy Claws. You children better get to bed. You know he won't come to see you as long as you're awake."

Then it was time to say good night. All the grandchildren would go around hugging all the grown-ups. "Good night Grandma, good night Granddaddy, good night Uncle Clyde, good night Aunt Mollie," and so forth.

We would always try to stay awake, lying on our pallets until Santa Claus got there, but we always lost the battle. It sounded like the Third World War at Grandma's house on Christmas morning. There was cap pistols going off and baby dolls crying, and all the children hollering at the top of their lungs.

By the time the next school year started, I was six years old and in the first grade. I kept thinking about what Buford had said. I didn't want to believe it, but it kept slipping into the back door of my mind.

At school, Buford was three grades ahead of me, but I'd still see him sometimes. Every time he'd see me that whole year, he'd make it a point to rub it in about Santa Claus.

He'd do something like get me around a bunch of his older buddies and say, "Hey, you fellers, Curtis still believes in Santa Claus." And they'd all laugh and point.

Away from any adult persuasion, I guess Buford finally wore me out. I returned to Grandma's house the next year not believing that there was a Santa Claus. Christmas lost a little of its mystique. Oh, I still enjoyed it. I even pretended that I believed in "Sandy Claws" for Granddaddy's benefit, but it wasn't the same.

Well, as you know, time marches on, children grow up and leave home, including me.

I was living in Denver, Colorado, married, with a child, and I hadn't been home for Christmas since our little daughter had been born. Dawn was three that year, and this would be the first time that she really knew about Santa Claus, and she was some kind of excited.

We had the best time shopping for her, buying all the little toys that she wanted.

Daddy called me about three weeks before Christmas and said, "Son, you know that your grandparents are getting old. They've requested that all the children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren come home the way we used to. Can you make it, son?"

"We'll be there, Daddy."

I couldn't think of a better place in the whole world for little Dawn to spend her first real Christmas, so we packed up and headed for North Carolina.

Grandma was eighty-two years old, but she still cooked all day long, and she still enjoyed every minute of it.

Granddaddy was eighty-four, but he still had a twinkle in his eye and a mare in the barn.

The old house was fuller than ever, with a whole new generation of children in it. Even Buford. He had married, but he didn't have any children. He didn't want any. One of my cousins said he figured Buford was too stingy to have children.

Buford was still the same, except that he had changed from a boy with a mean nature to a full-grown man with a cynical nature and a know-it-all attitude.

Just before we went into the front room for family prayer and the reading of the Christmas story, I overheard him say to somebody, "I don't know why Granddaddy keeps filling the children's heads full of that Santa Claus nonsense. I think it's ridiculous. If I had children, I wouldn't let him tell them all that junk."

I looked hard at Buford. I had never liked him, and I liked him even less now.

Our little daughter was so excited when Granddaddy started talking about "Sandy Claws" that she jumped up and down and clapped her hands.

When I took her up to bed, there was pure excitement in those big brown eyes. "Santa Claus is coming, Daddy! Santa Claus is coming, Daddy!"

I got a warm feeling all over, and I sure was glad to be back at Grandma's house at Christmas time.

After all the children had gone to sleep, the grown-ups started going out to their cars to get the toys they had brought for Santa Claus to leave under the Christmas tree.

I decided to wait until everybody else had finished before I put Dawn's presents out. This was a special time for me and I wanted to enjoy it.

After everybody had gone up to bed, I went to the car to get Dawn's toys. To my shock, I couldn't find them. I ran back into the house to my wife. "Sylvia, where did you pack Dawn's Christmas presents?"

"I thought you packed them."

I was close to panic, but I didn't want Sylvia to know it. I said, "Oh well, you just go on to bed, honey, and I'll look again. I probably just overlooked them." I kissed my wife goodnight and went back downstairs.

I knew I hadn't overlooked them. We had somehow forgot to pack them, and they were two thousand miles away in Denver, Colorado.

I was a miserable man. I just didn't feel like I could face little Dawn the next morning. She'd be so disappointed. All the other children would have the toys that Santa had brought them, and my beloved little daughter wouldn't have anything.

How could I have been so dumb? Here it was, twelve o'clock Christmas Eve night, all the stores closed, everybody in bed, and me without a single present for little Dawn. I was heartbroken.

I went into the front room and sat by the dying fire, dejected and hopeless.

I don't know how long I sat there staring at the embers, but sometime later on I heard a rustle behind me and somebody said, "You got a match, son?"

I turned around and almost fell on the floor.

Standing not ten feet from me was a short, fat little man in a red suit, with a long white beard and a pipe sticking out of his mouth.

I couldn't move, I couldn't speak. He looked at me and chuckled.

"Have you got a match, son? I ran out and I want to get this pipe going."

When I finally got my voice back, all I could say was, "Who are you?"

"Well, people call me by different names in different parts of the world, but around here they call me Santa Claus."

"No, I mean who are you really?"

I just told you, son. How about that match?"

I stumbled to the mantelpiece, got a kitchen match and gave it to him.

"Much obliged." He stood there lighting his pipe, with me looking at him like he was a ghost or something.

"How did you get in here?"

"Oh, I've got my ways."

"I thought you were supposed to slide down the chimney."

"That's a common misconception. Would you slide down a chimney with a fire at the bottom?"

"Well, no. I mean, no, sir."

"Well, neither would I."

"How did you get here?"

"I've got a sturdy sleigh and the finest team of reindeer a man could have."

"But we ain't got snow."

Santa Claus laughed so hard that his considerable belly shook. "I don't need snow. Half the places I go in the world don't have snow. Besides, I like to get out of the snow once in a while. We have it year-round at the North Pole, you know."

"You mean you really live at the North Pole?"

"Of course, I've always lived at the North Pole. Don't you know anything about Santa Claus, son?"

"Well, yeah, but I thought it was all a big put-on for the children."

"That's the trouble with you grown-ups. You think that everything you can't see is a put-on. It's a shame grown people can't be more like children. They don't have any trouble believing in me."

"You mean you've really got a sleigh, with reindeer named Donner and Blitzen and stuff like that?"

"That's right, son. There's Comet and Cupid and Donner and Blitzen and Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen. Of course, there's no Rudolph with the red nose. I don't know who came up with that one. Rudolph really is a put-on."

"But what are you doing here? Why did you come?"

"Because there's a little girl in this house who believes in me very much. Now, she'd be mighty disappointed to wake up Christmas morning and have nothing under the tree."

"You mean you a came all the way here just because one little girl believes in you?"

"That's right, son. There's magic in believing. Besides, she's not the only one in this house who believes in me."

"Who else?"

"Why, your grandfather, of course."

"You mean Granddaddy wasn't putting us on all those years? He really believed in you?"

"Of course he believed in me."

"Well, why do you do this?"

"It's my way of celebrating the most important birthday in the history of man. Our Lord has given us so much. How can we do less?"

Santa Claus consulted a piece of paper he pulled out of his pocket and started taking a doll and other toys out of a big bag he had brought with him.

"Well, I've got to go, son. I've got a lot of stops to make before sunup. It's been really nice talking to you. Thanks for the match."

"Can I help you with your bag, Santa Claus?"

"No, that's all right, son. I'm used to carrying it."

I walked outside with him. "Where's your sleigh, Santa Claus?"

"It's parked right over there in the edge of the woods. You can come over and see it if you like."

I started walking over to his sleigh with him, but then I had a thought.

"I'm gonna have to miss seeing your sleigh and reindeer. Thank you so very much. You saved my life. God bless you, Santa Claus. I'll see you next year."

"God bless you, too, son and a Merry Christmas to you and yours."

Santa Claus started across the yard toward his sleigh, and I went running back in the house like a wild man. I raced up the stairs.

"Buford, Buford, get up!"

"What's the matter, is the house on fire?"

"No, but hurry. Come out on the upstairs porch."

Buford grumbled as he got up and followed me out on the upstairs porch.

"What the heck do you want? It's cold out here."

"Just hush up and listen."

Well, we listened by a full minute and nothing happened.

"You're crazy. I'm going back to bed."

"Buford, if you go back in the house, you're gonna miss something that I want you, above all people, to see."

We waited for a little while longer and I had almost given up when I heard it. It was just a little tinkle at first, hanging on the frosty air and getting louder by the second. It was sleigh bells!

Buford looked at me and said, "Curtis, is this some kind of joke or something?"

"No, Buford, I swear it ain't. Just wait a minute now!"

The sound of sleigh bells was getting louder and Buford's face was getting whiter. "You got somebody out there doing that, ain't you? Admit it! You got somebody out there, ain't you?"

I didn't say a word. All of a sudden it sounded like somebody had flushed a covey of quail. That sleigh came up out of the woods and headed west, hovering just above the treetops.

Buford was speechless. I thought he was gonna pass out. He held on to the banister and took deep breaths. Even if you believe so far, I know you ain't gonna believe this next part, but it really happened. Santa Claus made a big circle and turned and flew right around he house. I bet he won't over twenty feet from the upstairs porch when he passes by me and Buford.

Old Santa Claus could really handle them reindeer. Then he headed west again, moving at a pretty good clip this time.

I hate to even tell you this next part, 'cause you'll think I took it right out of the book, but I didn't. Anyway, just about the time he was getting out of our hearing, he hollered, "Merry Christmas, everybody!"

And then he was gone.

"Curtis, do you know where Granddaddy keeps that bottle hid in the barn? I need me a drink."

I don't believe that Buford ever told anybody about seeing Santa Claus.

I know I didn't, not until now. But I just had to tell somebody about it. It's been hard keeping it to myself all these years.

I'm a granddaddy myself now. That little girl that caused all this to happen with her faith in Santa Claus is grown and married and has a three-year-old girl and a five-year-old boy.

Me and Sylvia moved back to North Carolina many years ago and bought a big old farmhouse. Now my grandchildren come and spend Christmas with me and their grandmother. There's not as many of us as there was at Grandma's house, but we have just as big a time and celebrate Christmas just as hard.

In fact, Christmas is about the only time a year I'll take a drink. I always get me a pint of Old Granddad at Christmas time. Since the grandchildren are so small, I don't like to drink in front of them, so I keep my drinking whiskey hid out in the barn.

When I want to go out there and get me a snort, I always tell the grandchildren that I've got to see if the cows got corn. Of course, all the grown-ups know why I'm going out to the barn, or at least they think they do.

I always make my last trip to the barn after I've read the Christmas story and had family prayer. Everybody thinks I'm going out to get me a snort, but they're wrong.

I'm just going out to hear the sleigh bells ring.
 
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"A Day In The Life"

"A Day In The Life"


It was just another day in the life of planet earth
Twenty-four more hours going by
Traffic was heavy and there was a little rain
Babies were born and people died
Up in Alaska it was thirty-one below
Down in Miami it was hot
Honky tonks were crowded and the people partied on
In church a couple tied the knot
The headlines screamed about the rapid spread of AIDS
Famine and war were in the news
An earthquake shook some far off corner of the world
Another child had been abused
Then something happened in the twinkling of an eye
Some watched in horror as a plane fell from the sky
Trains ran wild and cars were crashing there were ships without a captain
Millions of people had just vanished from the earth
Panic and confusion were the order of the day
Grown men were weeping and some people tried to pray
A mocking echo in the madness seemed to say it's too late
And then a stranger stepped on to the TV screen
He said don't worry I'm the one
Who will bring peace to every corner of this earth
And now the world shall be as one
All kings and governments will give their power to me
I'll put a mark in your right hand
For three and one-half years the whole world was at peace
Then darkness fell upon the land
He went into the temple in Jerusalem one day
He said I'm God you all must bow
To the valley of Megiddo came the armies of the world
It looked as though the end was coming now
Then something happened in the twinklin' of an eye
A mighty trumpet blast and in the eastern sky
Came Jesus on a snow white horse leadin' heaven's shining forces
This is the hour of the final victory
The ones who wore the mark were shoutin' Satan you're a liar
As angels bound him up and threw him in the lake of fire
Praises to God's name were ringing all the saints were singing
Hallelujah hallelujah
(Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah
Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah)
 
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"Abide With Me"

"Abide With Me"


Abide with me, fast falls the eventide:
The darkness deepens, Lord, with me abide:
When other helpers fail, and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me.
I need thy presence every passing hour,
What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power?
Who, like thyself, my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.
I fear no foe with thee at hand to bless,
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.
Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still, if thou abide with me.
Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes,
Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies,
Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee,
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.
 
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"Across The Line"

"Across The Line"


Where the sun goes up and the sun comes down nothing ever changes in a border town
It turns around and starts all over again
It's alcohol and nicotine and everyday's like Halloween
It's a muy loco world we're living in
It's broken dreams and shady deals
Red hot cars and cold blue steel
And every night temptation comes around
And down on the border where the coyotes howl
The hot winds blow and the big boys prowl
Always something evil going down

[CHORUS]
Look out boy you're gonna lose control
Blow your cool and curse your soul
Open up your eyes and read the signs
Are you gonna be a man and stand up tall
Or turn your back and say the hell with it all
Don't you know that the blind can't lead the blind
And you're just about to cross the line

Don't you know if you turn your back the water gets muddy and the cards get stacked
Nobody gets a free ride in this game
A rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief, doctor, lawyer or an Indian chief
In the eyes of the law they're all gonna look the same
But right's still right and wrong's still wrong
And they keep on singing that same old song
About the only ones are you and me
Take a look in the mirror cause you know what you are
A belly full of guts and a little tin star
And you're standing between the devil and the deep blue sea

[CHORUS]
Look out boy you're gonna lose control
Blow your cool and curse your soul
Open up your eyes and read the signs
Are you gonna be a man and stand up tall
Or turn your back and say the hell with it all
Don't you know that the blind can't lead the blind
And you're just about to cross the line
 
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"Ain't No Law In California"

"Ain't No Law In California"


I was hanging in out in L.A. looking for a real cool place to go.
I struck up a conversation with this dude wearing hip hop clothes.
He said you talk like you're from Texas let me welcome you to our town
An' I hope you have a real find day
But don't you let me catch you when the sun goes down.
[CHORUS]
We got scalawags, we got queens in drag, we got pushers, pimps and punks
We got crips and bloods, we got dykes and studs
We've got junkies, thieves and drunks
This is where "the juice" got turned loose and if you ain't caught on yet
Ain't no law in California
Welcome to the wild wild west.
He said there's women in this city that are just too low down to crawl
And homeboys packing pieces they'll shoot you just to watch you fall
You'd better get on back to Hicksville that's the bast thing you can do
There's hustlers hoods and outlaws that'd love to find a country boy like you
[CHORUS]
We got scalawags, we got queens in drag, we got pushers, pimps and punks
We got crips and bloods, we got dykes and studs
We've got junkies, thieves and drunks
This is where "the juice" got turned loose and if you ain't caught on yet
Ain't no law in California
Welcome to the wild wild west.
 
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"Ain't No Ramblers Anymore"

"Ain't No Ramblers Anymore"


You have sailed the sparkling waters
of the shady sandy coast of Carolina.
From the rock bound coast of Maine
down past Virgina to the sunny Florida keys.
You have chased the whistling wind along
the painted canyon walls of Colorado.
And you followed that big river from
Saint Paul to where she flows into the sea.
You have seen the early sun light kiss
the blue grass on a cold Kentucky morning.
And the Palomino oceans of the Kansas
wheat field when the west wind blows.
You've gone gypsy loose and run and
chased rainbows in the Mississippi sunset.
Just a number one hell raiser with the
taste for whiskey, women and the road.
And there ain't no ramblers anymore,
and you can take that for what it's worth.
Seems like everybody's jet'n
they ain't got time to touch the earth.
I guess their feet don't hit the itching
when they hear the whistle blow.
They ain't crossed the Chattahoochee.
And there ain't no ramblers anymore.
You have heard the lonesome rattle of the
midnight freight train in the easy hours.
You've been burned by Arizona sun,
stood shivering in the Minnesota snow.
You have smelled the sweet magnolia blossom
perfume in a Alabama evening.
You've stood drunk beside the highway wish'n
ta hell ya' still had some place left to go.
Cause there ain't no ramblers anymore,
Leased not like there use to be.
Everybody's on vacation,
or watching something on T.V.
They ain't ever been to Tuscon,
or been in jail in Mexico.
They ain't ever going to Bowsik.
Cause there ain't no ramblers anymore.
Cause there ain't no ramblers anymore.
 
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"Ain't No Way"

"Ain't No Way"


You have sailed the sparkling waters
of the shady sandy coast of Carolina.
From the rock bound coast of Maine
down past Virgina to the sunny Florida keys.

You have chased the whistling wind along
the painted canyon walls of Colorado.
And you followed that big river from
Saint Paul to where she flows into the sea.

You have seen the early sun light kiss
the blue grass on a cold Kentucky morning.
And the Palomino oceans of the Kansas
wheat field when the west wind blows.

You're a gypsy, loose and running
chasing rainbows in the Mississippi sunset.
Just a number one hell raiser with the
taste for whiskey, women and the road.

And there ain't no ramblers anymore,
and you can take that for what it's worth.
Seems like everybody's jet'n
they ain't got time to touch the earth.
I guess their feet don't get to itchin
when they hear the whistle blow.
They ain't crossed the Chattahoochee.
And there ain't no ramblers anymore.

You have heard the lonesome rattle of the
midnight freight train in the easy hours.
You've been burned by Arizona sun,
stood shivering in the Minnesota snow.

You have smelled the sweet magnolia blossom
perfume in a Alabama evening.
You've stood drunk beside the highway and wished
ta hell ya' still had some place left to go.

Cause there ain't no ramblers anymore,
At least not like there use to be.
Everybody's on vacation,
or watching something on T.V.
They ain't ever been to Tuscon,
or been in jail in Mexico.
They ain't ever going to Boise.
Cause there ain't no ramblers anymore.

Cause there ain't no ramblers anymore.
 
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