Where are you Spanish Bit Bobb

[Badger Mountain Charlie SASS #43172]

I rode out of Kansas City, going south to Mexico

I was running dodging danger,left the girl that I loved so

Far behind lay Kansas City and the past that I had earned

Twenty notches on my six gun marked the lessons I had learned

 

Many times I sold my fast gun for a place to lay my head

Till the nights began to haunt me by the men that I left dead

Couldn't stand it any longer with the life that I'd begun

So I said good-bye to Jeannie and became a running gun

 

I rode into Amarillo as the sun sank in the west

My thoughts in Kansas City and the girl that I love best

As I smiled and kissed her gently and then turned away to go

Said I'd send for her to meet me when I reached old Mexico

 

I had barely left the saddle and my foot just touched the ground

When a cold voice from the shadows told me not to turn around

Said he knew about my fast gun, knew the price paid by the law

Challenged by a bounty hunter, so I turned around to draw

 

I knew someday I'd meet him, for his hand like lightning flashed

My own gun stood in leather as his bullet tore its path

As my strength was slowly fading, I could see him walk away

And I knew that where I lie today, he too must lie some day

 

Now a crowd is slowly gathering but my eyes are growing dim

And my thoughts return to Jeannie and the home that we had planned

Oh please tell her, won't you mister, that she's still the only one

But a woman's love is wasted when she loves a running gun

[Deja Vous]

I rode out of Kansas City, going south to Mexico

I was running dodging danger,left the girl that I loved so

Far behind lay Kansas City and the past that I had earned

Twenty notches on my six gun marked the lessons I had learned

 

Many times I sold my fast gun for a place to lay my head

Till the nights began to haunt me by the men that I left dead

Couldn't stand it any longer with the life that I'd begun

So I said good-bye to Jeannie and became a running gun

 

I rode into Amarillo as the sun sank in the west

My thoughts in Kansas City and the girl that I love best

As I smiled and kissed her gently and then turned away to go

Said I'd send for her to meet me when I reached old Mexico

 

I had barely left the saddle and my foot just touched the ground

When a cold voice from the shadows told me not to turn around

Said he knew about my fast gun, knew the price paid by the law

Challenged by a bounty hunter, so I turned around to draw

 

I knew someday I'd meet him, for his hand like lightning flashed

My own gun stood in leather as his bullet tore its path

As my strength was slowly fading, I could see him walk away

And I knew that where I lie today, he too must lie some day

 

Now a crowd is slowly gathering but my eyes are growing dim

And my thoughts return to Jeannie and the home that we had planned

Oh please tell her, won't you mister, that she's still the only one

But a woman's love is wasted when she loves a running gun

 

So I wonder, do some women just like bad guys.. or do only bad guys hit on certain women? Just a question.. lol

[Badger Mountain Charlie SASS #43172]

Yes

[Spanish Bit Bobb]

Everyone considered him the coward of the county.

He never stood one single time to prove the county wrong.

His mama named him Tommy, the folks just called him yellow,

Something always told me they were reading Tommy wrong.

 

He was only ten years old when his daddy died in prison.

I looked after Tommy 'cause he was my brothers son.

I still recall the final words my brother said to Tommy:

 

"Son, my life is over, but yours is just begun.

 

Promise me, son, not to do the things I've done.

Walk away from trouble if you can.

It won't mean you're weak if you turn the other cheek.

I hope you're old enough to understand:

 

Son, you don't have to fight to be a man!"

 

There's someone for evr'yone and tommy's love is Becky.

In her arms he didn't have to prove he was a man.

One day while he was workin' the Gatlin boys came callin'.

They took turns at Becky... there was three of them!

 

Tommy opened up the door and saw his Becky cryin'.

The torn dress, the shattered look was more than he could stand.

He reached above the fireplace and took down his daddy's picture.

As the tears fell on his daddy's face, He heard these words again:

 

"Promise me, son, not to do the things I've done.

Walk away from trouble if you can.

Now It won't mean you're weak if you turn the other cheek.

I hope you're old enough to understand:

 

Son, you don't have to fight to be a man!"

 

The Gatlin boys just laughed at him, when he walked into the barroom.

One of them got up and met him halfway 'cross the floor.

When Tommy turned around they said, Hey look! ol yellows leavin'.

But you coulda heard a pin drop when tommy stopped and locked the door.

 

Twenty years of crawlin' was bottled up inside him.

He wasn't holdin' nothin' back; he let 'em have it all.

When tommy left the barroom not a Gatlin boy was standin'.

He said, this ones for Becky, as he watched the last one fall.

 

Twenty years of crawlin' was bottled up inside him.

He wasn't holdin' nothin' back; he let 'em have it all.

When tommy left the barroom not a Gatlin boy was standin'.

He said, this ones for Becky, as he watched the last one fall.

 

And I heard him say,

 

"I promised you, dad, not to do the things you've done.

I walk away from trouble when I can.

Now please don't think I'm weak, I didn't turn the other cheek,

And papa, I sure hope you understand:

 

Sometimes you gotta fight when you're a man".

 

Evr'yone considered him the coward of the county.

[Badger Mountain Charlie SASS #43172]

All day I've faced a barren waste

Without the taste of water, cool water

Old Dan and I with throats burned dry

And souls that cry for water

Cool, clear, water

 

Keep a-movin, Dan, dontcha listen to him, Dan

He's a devil, not a man

He spreads the burning sand with water

Dan, can ya see that big, green tree?

Where the water's runnin' free

And it's waitin' there for me and you?

 

The nights are cool and I'm a fool

Each star's a pool of water

Cool water

But with the dawn I'll wake and yawn

And carry on to water

Water, water, water

 

Keep a-movin, Dan, dontcha listen to him, Dan

He's a devil, not a man

He spreads the burning sand with water

Dan, can ya see that big, green tree?

Where the water's runnin' free

And it's waitin' there for me and you?

 

Cool, clear, water

Cool, clear, water

[Oklahomabound]

Get your motor running

Head out on the highway

Looking for adventure

In whatever comes our way

 

Yeah, darling

Gonna make it happen

Take the world in a love embrace

Fire all of your guns at once and

Explode into space

 

I like smoke and lightning

Heavy metal thunder

Racing in the wind

And the feeling that I'm under

 

Yeah, darling

Gonna make it happen

Take the world in a love embrace

Fire all of your guns at once and

Explode into space

 

Like a true nature child

We were born

Born to be wild

We have climbed so high

Never want to die

Born to be wild

Born to be wild

[Blackwater 53393]

My baby's long,

My baby's lean,

The sweetest pair of legs,

That ever squeezed into jeans.

She pours into the room,

Like a sweet boujoulet.

And I'm the reason that she walks that way.

 

She sees me watchin',

From across the room.

She knows I'm watchin',

Her every little move.

Her hips start talkin,

That les bon temps roulet,

And I'm the reason that she walks that way.

 

I'm the reason that she walks that way.

She makes me crazy with the way that she sways.

Every step she takes says she's mine all mine,

And when it comes to lovin' I ain't waistin' no time.

 

The boys downtown

All give her the eye.

She don't pay no mind,

She's just passin' by.

She knows what they want,

Let them say what they may.

And I'm the reason that she walks that way.

 

Early in the evenin',

With the lights down low.

Tryin' to decide,

On a place to go.

She saunters through the bedroom,

With that sweet sachet.

And I'm the reason that she walks that way.

 

I'm the reason that she walks that way.

She makes me crazy with the way that she sways.

Every step she takes says she's mine all mine.

And when it comes to lovin' I ain't wastin' no time!

 

I'm the reason that she walks that way!!

 

I'm the reason that she walks and walks and walks that way!

 

 

Dean Hall

[Badger Mountain Charlie SASS #43172]

Come all you rounders for I want you to hear

The story told of a brave engineer;

Casey Jones was the rounder's name

On a heavy six-eight wheeler he rode to fame.

 

Caller called Jones about half-past four,

Jones kissed his wife at the station door,

Climbed into the cab with the orders in his hand,

Says "This is my trip to the promised land."

 

Through South Memphis yards on the fly,

He heard the fireman say, "You've got a white-eye,"

All the switchmen knew by the engine's moans,

That the man at the throttle was Casey Jones

 

It had been raining for more than a week,

The railoraod track was like the bed of a creek.

They rated him down to a thrity mile gait,

Threw the south-bound mail about eight hours late.

 

Fireman says, "Casey, you're runnin' too fast,

You run the block signal the last station you passed."

Jones says, "Yes, I think we can make it though,

For she steam much better than ever I know."

 

Jones says, "Fireman, don't you fret,

Keep knockin' at the firedoor, don't give up yet;

I'm goin' to run her till she leaves the rail

Or make it on time with the south-bound mail."

 

Around the curve and a-down the dump

Two locomotives were about to bump.

Fireman hollered, "Jones, it's just ahead,

We might jump and make it but we'll all be dead."

 

'Twas around this curve he saw a passenger train;

Something happened in Casey's brain;

Fireman jumped off, but Casey stayed on,

He's a good engineer but he's dead and gone--

 

Poor Casey was always all right,

He stuck to his post both day and night;

They loved to hear the whistle of old Number Three

As he came into Memphis on the old K.C.

 

Headaches and heartaches and all kinds of pain

Are not apart from a railroad train;

Tales that are earnest, noble and gran'

Belong to the life of a railroad man.

[Grizzly Dave]

He was born in Oklahoma,

His wife's name's Betty Lou Thelma Liz

And he's not responsible for what he's doing

Cause his mother made him what he is.

 

And it's up against the wall Redneck Mother,

Mother, who has raised her son so well.

He's thirty-four and drinking in a honky tonk.

Just kicking hippies asses and raising hell.

 

Sure does like his Falstaff beer,

Likes to chase it down with that Wild Turkey liquor;

Drives a fifty-seven GMC pickup truck;

He's got a gun rack; "Goat ropers need love, too" sticker

 

And it's up against the wall Redneck Mother,

Mother, who has raised her son so well.

He's thirty-four and drinking in a honky tonk.

Just kicking hippies asses and raising hell.

 

Well,

M is for the mudflaps you give me for my pickup truck

O is for the Oil I put on my hair

T is for T-bird

H is for Haggard

E is for eggs, and

R is for REDNECK.

 

Up against the wall Redneck Mother,

Mother, who has raised her son so well.

He's thirty-four and drinking in a honky tonk.

Kicking hippies asses and raising hell.

 

He's up against the wall Redneck Mother,

Mother, who has raised her son so well.

He's thirty-four and drinking in a honky tonk.

Just kicking hippies asses and raising hell.

[Spanish Bit Bobb]

As I drove down on 65, I was cruisin' down that old grapevine

Well, I must have been doin' at least about 95

Well out there on the side of the road all broke down and

Who do you think was standin' around

But the greatest country singer alive!

 

 

I'll fix your flat tire Merle

Don't ya get your sweet country pickin' fingers all covered with erl

Cause you're a honky, I know, but Merle you got soul

And I'll fix your flat tire Merle

 

 

Well I hear you had an adventurous youth, makin' love in a telephone booth

And I even hear you did a little stretch in jail

But now you got a big ranch house with a bar

And eight, nine, ten of them fancy cars

And every other little check comin' in the mail

 

 

I'll fix your flat tire Merle

Don't ya get your sweet country pickin' fingers all covered with erl

Cause you're a honky, I know, but Merle you got soul

And I'll fix your flat tire Merle

 

 

Now I heard all them records ya did, makin' fun of us long haired kids

And now ya know we don't care what ya think... Merle,

If you're gonna call the world your home

Ya know you're gonna have to get out and get stoned

An' it's better with a joint than with a drink, I think

 

 

So I'll fix your flat tire Merle

Don't ya get your sweet country pickin' fingers all covered with erl

Cause you're a honky, I know, but Merle you got soul

And I'll fix your flat tire Merle

So I'll fix your flat tire Merle

[Grizzly Dave]

I was takin' a trip out to L.A.

Toolin' along in my Cheverolet

Tokin' on a number and diggin' on the radio

 

Just as I crossed the Mississippi line

I heard that highway start to whine

And I knew that left rear tire was about to blow

 

Well the spare was flat and I got uptight

'Cause there wasn't a filling station in sight

So I just limped on down the shoulder on the rim

 

I went as far as I could and when I stopped the car

It was right in front of this little bar, a

Kind of a red-neck lookin' joint called the "Dew Drop Inn"

 

Well I stuffed my hair up under my hat

And told the bartender that I had a flat

And would he be kind enough to give me change for a one

 

Well there was one thing I was sure proud to see

There wasn't a soul in the place except for him and me and

He just looked disgusted and pointed toward the telephone

 

I called up the station down the road a ways and

He said he wasn't very busy today

And he could have somone out there in just about 10 minutes or so

 

He said," Now, you just stay right where yer at!"

And I didn't bother to tell the dern fool

That I sure as hell didn't have anyplace else to go

 

I ordered up a beer and sat down at the bar

When some guy walked in and said, "Who owns this car

With the peace sign, the mag wheels and the four on the floor?"

 

Well he looked at me and I damn near died

And I decided that I'd just wait outside

So I laid a dollar on the bar and headed for the door

 

Just when I thought I'd get outta there with my skin

These 5 big dudes come strollin' in

With this one old drunk chick and some fella with green teeth

 

Now I was almost to the door when the biggest one

Said, "You tip your hat to this lady, son!"

And when I did, all that hair fell out from underneath

 

Now the last thing I wanted was to get into a fight

In Jackson Mississippi on a Saturday night

Especially when there was three of them and only one of me

 

They all started laughin' and I felt kinda sick

And I knew I better think of something pretty quick

So I just reached out and kicked old green teeth right in the knee

 

Now he let out a yell that'd curl yer hair

But before he could move I grabbed me a chair

And said "Now watch him Folks cause he's a furly dangerous man!"

 

"Well you may not know it but this man is a spy.

He's a undercover agent for the FBI

And he's been sent down here to infiltrate the Ku Klux Klan!"

 

He was still bent over holdin' on to his knee

But everybody else was lookin' and listenin' to me

And I laid it on thicker and heavier as I went

 

I said "Would you believe this man has gone as far

As tearing Wallace stickers off the bumpers of cars

And he voted for George McGovern for President."

 

"Well he's a friend of them long haired, hippy-type, pinko fags!

I betchya he's even got a commie flag

Tacked up on the wall inside of his garage."

 

"He's a snake in the grass, I tell ya guys

He may look dumb but that's just a disguise

He's a mastermind in the ways of espionage"

 

They all started lookin' real suspicious at him and

He jumped up and said "Now just wait a minute Jim!

You know he's lyin' I been livin' here all of my life!"

 

"I'm a faithful follower of Brother John Birch

And I belong to the Antioch Baptist Church.

And I ain't even got a garage, you can call home and ask my wife!"

 

Then he started saying somethin' 'bout the way I was dressed

But I didn't wait around to hear the rest

I was too busy movin' and hopin' I didn't run outta luck

 

And when I hit the door I was makin' tracks

And they were just taking my car down off the jacks

So I threw the man a twenty and jumped in and fired that mother up

 

Mario Andretti woulda sure been proud

Of the way I was movin' when I passed that crowd

Comin' out the door and headed toward me at a trot

 

And I guess I shoulda gone ahead and run

But somehow I just couldn't resist the fun

Of chasin' them all just once around the parking lot

 

Well they're headed for their car but I hit the gas and

Spun around and headed 'em off at the pass

I was slingin' gavel and puttin' a ton o' dust in the air

 

Well I had them all out there steppin' and fetchin'

Like their heads was on fire and their asses was catchin'

but I figgered I'd better go ahead and split before the cops got there

 

When I hit the road I was really wheelin'

Had gravel flyin' and rubber squeelin'

And I didn't slow down till I was almost to Arkansas

 

Well I think I'm gonna reroute my trip

I wonder if anybody'd think I'd flipped

If I went to L.A., via Omaha

[Yellowhouse Sam # 25171]

Last night as I was riding

Graveyard shift, midnight to dawn,

Oh, the moon was as bright as a reading light

For a letter from an old friend back home.

 

He asked me, "Why do you ride for your money?

Why do you rope for short pay?

You ain't gettin' nowhere and you're loosing your share - -

Oh, you must have gone crazy out there."

 

He said, "Last night I run into Jenny;

She's married and has a good life.

Oh, you sure missed the track when you never come back;

She's the perfect professional's wife.

She asked me, 'Why does he ride for his money?

Why does he rope for short pay?

He ain't gettin' nowhere and he's loosing his share.

Oh, he must have gone crazy out there.' "

 

But they've never seen the Northern Lights.

Never seen the hawk on the wing.

Never seen the spring hit the great divide - -

No, they've never heard old camp cookie sing.

 

Well, I read up the last of the letter.

I tore off the stamp for Black Jim.

And Billy come by to relieve me;

Just looked at my letter and grinned.

 

He said, "They ask you why do you ride for your money?

Why do you rope for short pay?

You ain't gettin' nowhere and you're loosing your share - -

Oh, you must have gone crazy out there."

But they've never seen the Northern Lights.

Never seen the hawk on the wing.

Never seen the spring hit the great divide - -

No, they've never heard old camp cookie sing.

[Yellowhouse Sam # 25171]

And my signature line: song by Andy Wilkinson...probably on Youtube I expect

 

 

We laid poor Sammy to his rest

Dug a deep hole and did our best

To say the right thing as we knocked the dirt from the

shovel

So far from God and so near to a life of trouble

No more than a boy when he died like a man

We stood around his grave with our hats in our hand

Leanin' first on one foot and then on the other

Wishin' we'd a knowed what to say to write to his

mother

CHORUS:

But there ain't much to say when a man dies young

Before he can do what he should have done

Leastways the cowboys that knowed him swore

Sammy done his damnedest

Angels can do no more

We stared at our boots and nobody spoke

'Til the trail boss coughed, cleared his throat

And said to the cook, "Tear a plank off the

chuckwagon

And bring it here to mark the grave of our young

companion."

So the wranglers made a fire out of dry prairie coal

The wind fanned the flames 'til the brandin' iron

glowed

Then we burned in the wood the words we should've been

sayin'

Down on our knees like a bunch of growed men prayin'

CHORUS

Sammy rode hard and never complained

Two long years on the Rockin' Chair range

Chasin' them steers down the salt fork of the Red

River

Angels' and cowboys' work goes on forever

And as for myself when it's my time to die

I hope there's a cowhand or two standin' by

To pack down the dirt and carry the news to the

family

And say over me what we should've said over Sammy

CHORUS

CHORUS

Sammy done his damnedest

Angels can do no more

[Chickahominy Charlie]

He was just a little farm lad, so busy at play

With his little playmate outside the gate.

He stopped to watch a truck that was parking next door

At the home of his tiny playmate.

 

Chorus 1:

 

Then he saw his daddy watchin' too

As the men swiftly walked to the cottage door

He knew they were strangers that came from the town

Men he had never seen before.

 

Verse 2:

 

They soon went to work when he heard his daddy say,

"Our neighbours are moving today"

"Oh No!" he cried, "Dear God don't let it be,

They can't take my sweetheart away!"

 

Chorus 2:

 

I know dad you don't understand

How a heart so young could conceive a plan

I'm only seven now but it's just like you say

Daddy someday I'll be a man.

 

Verse 3:

 

The man who owns the farm where your playmates do live

He told me it'd have to be this way.

For when the time has come and your work is all done

That's why they are moving today.

 

Chorus 3:

 

Let us buy the farm so they can stay

And give them all the toys that dear Santa gave

And give them all my pennies in my little piggy bank

Pennies that my darlin' helped me save.

[Spanish Bit Bobb]

I came crawling home last night, like many nights before:

I finally made it to my feet as she opened up the door.

And she said, "You're not gonna do this anymore."

 

She said: "I'm gonna' hire a wino to decorate our home,

"So you'll feel more at ease here, and you won't have to roam.

"We'll take out the dining room table, and put a bar along that wall.

"And a neon sign, to point the way, to our bathroom down the hall."

 

She said: "Just bring your Friday paycheck, and I'll cash them all right here.

"And I'll keep on tap - for all your friends, their favorite kinds of beer.

"And for you, I'll always keep in stock, those soft aluminum cans.

"And when you're feeling macho, you can crush them like a man."

 

She said: "We'll rip out all the carpet, and put sawdust on the floor.

"Serve hard boiled eggs and pretzels, and I won't cook no more.

"There'll be Monday night football, on T.V. above the bar.

"And a pay phone in the hallway, when your friends can't find their car."

 

She said: "I'm gonna' hire a wino to decorate our home,

"So you'll feel more at ease here, and you won't have to roam.

"We'll take out the dining room table, and put a bar along that wall.

"And a neon sign, to point the way, to our bathroom down the hall."

 

She said: "You'll get friendly service, and for added atmosphere.

"I'll slip on something sexy, and I'll cut it clear to here.

"Then you can slap my bottom, every time you tell a joke.

"Just as long as you keep tipping, well, I'll laugh until you're broke."

 

She said: "Instead of family quarrels, we'll have a bar-room brawl,

"When the Ham's bear say's its closing time, you won't have far to crawl.

"And when you run out of money, you'll have me to thank.

"You can sleep it off next morning, when I'm putting it in the bank."

 

She said: "I'm gonna' hire a wino, to decorate our home,

"So you can feel more at ease here, and you won't have to roam.

"When you and your friends get off from work, and have a powerful thirst.

"There won't be any reason, why you can't stop off here first."

 

She said: "I'm gonna' hire a wino to decorate our home,

"So you'll feel more at ease here, and you won't have to roam.

"We'll take out the dining room table, and put a bar along that wall.

"And a neon sign, to point the way, to our bathroom down the hall."

[Badger Mountain Charlie SASS #43172]

Something a little different:

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J8lpQ6Q5k5A&feature=related

[Whiskey Business]

The devil went down to Georgia, he was looking for a soul to steal.

He was in a bind 'cos he was way behind: he was willin' to make a deal.

When he came across this young man sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot.

And the devil jumped upon a hickory stump and said: "Boy let me tell you what:

"I bet you didn't know it, but I'm a fiddle player too.

"And if you'd care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you.

"Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy, but give the devil his due:

"I bet a fiddle of gold against your soul, 'cos I think I'm better than you."

The boy said: "My name's Johnny and it might be a sin,

"But I'll take your bet, your gonna regret, 'cos I'm the best that's ever been."

 

Johnny you rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard.

'Cos hells broke loose in Georgia and the devil deals the cards.

And if you win you get this shiny fiddle made of gold.

But if you lose, the devil gets your soul.

 

The devil opened up his case and he said: "I'll start this show."

And fire flew from his fingertips as he rosined up his bow.

And he pulled the bow across his strings and it made an evil hiss.

Then a band of demons joined in and it sounded something like this.

When the devil finished, Johnny said: "Well you're pretty good ol' son.

"But sit down in that chair, right there, and let me show you how its done."

 

Fire on the mountain, run boys, run.

The devil's in the house of the risin' sun.

Chicken in the bread pan, pickin' out dough.

"Granny, does your dog bite?"

"No, child, no."

 

The devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat.

He laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Johnny's feet.

Johnny said: "Devil just come on back if you ever want to try again.

"I told you once, you son of a gun, I'm the best that's ever been."

 

And he played fire on the mountain, run boys, run.

The devil's in the house of the risin' sun.

Chicken in the bread pan, now they're pickin' out dough.

"Granny, will your dog bite?"

"No, child, no."

[Blackwater 53393]

I met her in a truck stop,

Off I sixty-five.

Her truck broke down in Birmingham,

She said she sure could use a ride.

She was long and lean,

Like the white lines on the highway.

I don't know where she came from,

But I know she's goin' my way!

 

She' a moonshiner's daughter,

Shinin' like that moon up in the sky.

She's a moonshiner's daughter,

Shinin' like that moon up in the sky.

If you know how to love her,

She never lets that still run dry.

 

She jumped up in my cab,

She had no suitcase or a bag.

Just a fruit jar full of moonshine,

She had gotten from her dad.

I've never been in love,

But she popped off the lid.

Was it somethin' that I drank, lord,

Or was it somethin' that she did?

 

She's a moonshiner's daughter,

Shinin' like that moon up in the sky.

She's a moonshiner's daughter,

Shinin' like that moon up in the sky.

If you know how to love her,

She never lets that still run dry.

 

If you asked me where she lived,

I'd have to say I didn't know.

When I woke up, ah she was gone,

And I was parked alongside the road.

I know I've got to find her,

'Cause she's got the powerful stuff.

Once you've had a taste of love,

You know you never can get enough.

 

She's a moonshiner's daughter,

Shinin' like that moon up in the sky.

She's a moonshiner's daughter,

Shinin' like that moon up in the sky.

If you know how to love her,

She never lets that still run dry.

 

 

 

another one by my buddy Dean Hall

[Mean Matt McCord, SASS #24683]

Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?

You been out ridin' fences for so long now

Oh, you're a hard one

I know that you got your reasons

These things that are pleasin' you

Can hurt you somehow

 

Don't you draw the queen of diamonds, boy

She'll beat you if she's able

You know the queen of hearts is always your best bet

 

Now it seems to me, some fine things

Have been laid upon your table

But you only want the ones that you can't get

 

Desperado, oh, you ain't gettin' no younger

Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home

And freedom, oh freedom well, that's just some people talkin'

Your prison is walking through this world all alone

 

Don't your feet get cold in the winter time?

The sky won't snow and the sun won't shine

It's hard to tell the night time from the day

You're losin' all your highs and lows

Ain't it funny how the feeling goes away?

 

Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?

Come down from your fences, open the gate

It may be rainin', but there's a rainbow above you

You better let somebody love you, before it's too late.

[Badger Mountain Charlie SASS #43172]

Youse guys are goooood.

[Blackwater 53393]

The queen of diamonds let you down,

She was just an empty fable.

The queen of hearts,

You say you never met.

 

Your twisted fate has found you out,

And it's finally turned the table.

It stole your dreams,

And laid you with regrets.

 

Desperado,

Is there gonna' be anything left?

Is there gonna' be?

You sealed your fate up,

A long time ago.

Is there gonna' be anything left?

Only stardust.

Maybe tomorrow.

 

Desperado,

Maybe tomorrow...........

[Mean Matt McCord, SASS #24683]

And now, for something just a little bit different...

 

Under the lights where we stand tall

Nobody touches us at all

Showdown, shootout, spread fear within, without

We're gonna take what's ours to have

Spread the word throughout the land

They say the bad guys wear black

We're tagged and can't turn back

 

You see us comin'

And you all together run for cover

We're taking over this town

 

Here we come reach for your gun

And you better listen well my friend, you see

It's been slow down below,

Aimed at you we're the cowboys from hell

Deed is done again, we've won

Ain't talking no tall tales friend

'Cause high noon, your doom

Comin' for you we're the cowboys from hell

 

Pillage the village, trash the scene

But better not take it out on me

'Cause a ghost town is found

Where your city used to be

So out of the darkness and into the light

Sparks fly everywhere in sight

From my double barrel, 12 gauge,

Can't lock me in your cage

 

You see us comin'

And you all together run for cover

We're taking over this town

 

Here we come reach for your gun

And you better listen well my friend, you see

It's been slow down below,

Aimed at you we're the cowboys from hell

Deed is done again, we've won

Ain't talking no tall tales friend

'Cause high noon, your doom

Comin' for you we're the cowboys from hell.

[Blackwater 53393]

I just noticed that this is my 3,000th post, so I'm gonna' put up one of my own songs. We recorded this about five years ago.

 

I get up in the mornin',

I put on my workin' shoes.

I go down to the shop,

And work to try to pay my dues.

But the boss's pet gets all the dough,

'N' I get nothin' but the blues.

I do the work, he gets the pay,

It's the same ol' bogus news.

I'm walkin' out the door and I ain't never comin' back.

You go an' tell the boss his gravy train just jumped the track!

 

I got a little woman,

She don't wanna' treat me right.

I give her all I got,

And then she don't come home all night.

She used me up, she took it all,

Ain't got the will to fight.

There's times when I don't know,

If I will ever see the light.

I'm headed for the door and I ain't even lookin' back.

You tell that little girl her gravy train just jumped the track!

 

I stoke the fire, I'm rollin' sweat, the boiler's 'bout to blow!

I pull the brake, the whistle blows, and down the rails I go.

The locomotive's buildin' steam there ain't no holdin' back.

I tell you all this gravy train's about to jump the track!

 

I'm gonna' find another place,

To go and earn my pay.

I'll find a little woman,

That'll love me every day.

This rat race kinda of livin',

Gonna' up an' blow away.

No dog-eat-dog for this ol' boy,

Gonna' be a brand new day.

I'm headed for the door and I ever comin' back,

You tell 'em all their gravy train has gone an' jumped the track!

This gravy train you're ridin' on just gone an' jumped the track!

 

 

Lyrics;Blackwater/ Tommy Roehrich Music; Mark Watson Milkbone; Goin' to the Dogs

[Blackwater 53393]

I've got to run to keep from hidin',

And I'm bound to keep on ridin'.

And I've got one more silver dollar,

But I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no,

Not gonna let 'em catch the Midnight Rider.

 

Now I don't own the clothes I'm wearing,

And the road goes on forever,

And I've got one more silver dollar,

But I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no

Not gonna let 'em catch the Midnight Rider.

 

And I've gone by the point of caring,

Some old bed I'll soon be sharing,

And I've got one more silver dollar,

But I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no

Not gonna let 'em catch the Midnight Rider.

 

No, I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no

Not gonna let 'em catch the Midnight Rider.

 

No, I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no

Not gonna let 'em catch the Midnight Rider.