Talk about indian rights and wrongs Sing a few more freedom songs Look to the spirit, ride the wind Let's not walk that trail of tears again Digging
[Spoken] DAVID ALLAN COE I thought what was cool, was... uh, rockin' Rita looking for a Dimebag, like, people who don't know who you are think it's
On this Heart Worn Highway Into the heat of night Look in your rearview mirror Tucson is out of sight Headin' for Oklahoma Texas is still ahead Face
Country music stars Like the catchy bars They smoke a lot of weed Yeah, those country singers Like to catch their buzz They love to drink whiskey Shotgun
This is David Allan Coe and the Cowboys From Hell, and everything we do, we do 110%. That's the bottom line, and that means no compromise. I'm guilty
I don't make promises that I can't keep Got to keep movin', got no time to sleep Don't talk to me about my future plans It's time to go, I'm into one
I am a gambler, God knows I've been around I've lived it up, now, I'm livin' it down I've played some hunches and I've played some blues A man with nothin
I've been cool for far too long Just a matter of time before I break I took more shit than I wanted to take You can't look me in the eyes Somethings gone
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the devil Why don't they open their eyes? I'm just a rock 'n' roll rebel A rock 'n' roll rebel I'm just a rock 'n' roll rebel
their homes As the sky darkens and freezes Will be gathering around the hearths and tables Giving thanks for God's graces And the birth of the rebel Jesus
brink Of destruction She's a rebel, she's a rebel She's a rebel and she's dangerous She's a rebel, she's a rebel She's a rebel and she's dangerous
Voce nao sabe se vai ou vem Pouco me importa se o dinheiro e seu Ei baby esse cabelo e legal Moda na gringa e feliz natal Sei que invocou mas ficou tudo
Watch the bass line come to bring but the wicked rebel Bring me me echo, kick down the treble Watch the bass line come to bring but the wicked rebel
with rum Once you're turned on, I'll be long gone, 'Cos the road I'm on is endless and long I'm the rebel on the run, my baby, Rebel on the run, my girl
Where is my master, the Rebel Prince Who will shut all of these windows? It's these windows all around me It's these windows who are telling me To rid
as a crowd in East L.A. Fling me at the oppressor and flee I'm a seething, burning, moving mass of love Rebel rock me, hey, hey Oh, rebel rock me, hey, hey, hey Rebel, rebel Rebel, rebel
last rebel) He's the last rebel He's the last rebel (He's the last rebel) He's the last rebel (He's the last rebel) He's the last rebel