start this show" And fire flew from his fingertips As he rosined up his bow And then he pulled his bow across the strings And it made an evil hiss And a band
We'll the eagle's been flying slow and the flag's been flying low And a lot of people's saying that America's fixing to fall But speaking just for me
The pressure these days isn?t easy so they say, If you?re trying to get through this world. And if you?re gonna make it, Then you?ve got to live in a
the parking lot Of this place called, 'The Cloud Nine Bar and Grill' We walked through the door and the place was jammed The lights were low, they had a punk rock band
Come all ye young cowboys and listen to me And don't waste your life on that ol' hanging tree And don't think that size ever makes man small You find
Every time I hear a fiddle and it's cookin' just a little Well, it makes me want to jump up and run And if he's sawing with some soul boogie woogie rock
Oh Atlanta, you're the only home I ever knew Oh Atlanta, I can't wait to get back home to you You got money in your pocket, you got roses in the lane
I ain't got no destination I'm just gonna follow my shoes I may run on up to Dallas But the fiddle player's got the blues Feel kinda like ol' Ray Charles
Mister DJ won't you please play me a song? Play it for an old boy who's a long, long way from home With a thousand miles ahead and a thousand miles behind
It's my life, God was the one to give it And I ain't gonna let nobody tell me how to live it It's my song, right or wrong You tag along or you can stay
This ain't nothing but a little bitty town Roll up the sidewalks everything's shut down Down on the corner they're still hanging around 'Cause it's Saturday
People get all upset and they shiver And they sweat for money It don't seem to make no difference Which a way the wind might blow They scrimp and they
Every time I hear a fiddle and it's cookin' just a little Well it makes me want to jump up and run And if he's sawing with some soul boogie woogie rock
There's a harvest moon and the stars are bright (Dance, gypsy, dance) There's a little bit of frost on the grass tonight (Dance, gypsy, dance) Over in
When I was very young My daddy took me on his knees ?Son, there some things I wanna learn you Before you get away from me? ?Don't let nobody boss you
Well, her name was Maria She came from [unverified] She had a passion for diamonds and gold She done broke every heart In Flueto bi Arta By the time she
Well the train to Grinder's Switch is runnin' right on time And them Tucker Boys are cookin' down in Caroline People down in Florida can't be still When
ll start this show" And fire flew from his finger tips As he rosined up his bow And he pulled the bow across the strings And it made an evil hiss Then a band
