Baton Rouge - Lyrics - Guy Clark

Title: Baton Rouge
Artist: Guy Clark
Composer(s): J C Crowley, Guy Clark

Lyric:
Well, I'm gonna leave Texarkana
I'm goin' down to Louisiana
I'm gonna try my luck in Baton Rouge
I'm gonna follow ol' Red River down
'Til I see the lights of town
And I ain't gonna get no sleep in Baton Rouge

Sayin', Baton Rouge, Baton Rouge
I'm gonna get me some alligator shoes
Baton Rouge, Baton Rouge
I'm gonna wear 'em out in Baton Rouge

It was a Texas girl that broke my heart
Then she tore my truck apart
Hey, I guess I'll get me another in Baton Rouge
I like crawfish, I like rice
An' I like girls that treat you nice
Hey, I'm gonna find me one in Baton Rouge

I said, Baton Rouge, Baton Rouge
I'm gonna get me some alligator shoes
Baton Rouge, Baton Rouge
I'm gonna wear 'em out in Baton Rouge

Hey, I'm gonna learn to walk that walk
I'm gonna learn to talk that talk
I'm gonna learn to dance in Baton Rouge
Ain't life just like a Cul de Sac?
I'm a Texas boy an' I'm goin' back
Soon as I catch my breath in Baton Rouge

Sayin', Baton Rouge, Baton Rouge
I'm gonna get me some alligator shoes
Baton Rouge, Baton Rouge
I'm gonna wear 'em out in Baton Rouge
Hey, I'm gonna strut my stuff in Baton Rouge
Hey, I'm gonna cool my heels in Baton Rouge

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Bus To Baton Rouge - Lyrics - Live at the Fillmore - Lucinda Williams

Title: Bus To Baton Rouge
Album: Live at the Fillmore
Artist: Lucinda Williams
Composer(s): Lucinda Williams

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Lyric:
I had to go back to that house one more time
To see if camellias were in bloom
For so many reasons it's been on my mind
The house on Belmont Avenue

Built up on cinder blocks off of the ground
What with the rain and the soft swampy land
By the sweet honeysuckle that grew all around
Were switches when we were bad

I took a bus to Baton Rouge
I took a bus to Baton Rouge

All the front rooms were kept closed off
I never liked to go in there much
Sometimes the doors they'd be locked
'Cause there were precious things that I couldn't touch

Company couch covered in plastic
Books about being saved
The dining room table nobody ate at
The piano nobody played

I took a bus to Baton Rouge
I took a bus to Baton Rouge

There was this beautiful lamp I always loved
A seashore was painted on the shade
It would turn around when you switched on the bulb
And gently rock the waves

The driveway was covered with tiny white seashells
A fig tree stood in the backyard
There are other things I remember, as well
But to tell them would be just too hard

Ghosts in the wind that blow through my life
Follow me wherever I go
I'll never be free from these chains inside
Hidden deep down in my soul

I took a bus to Baton Rouge
I took a bus to Baton Rouge
Yeah, I took a bus to Baton Rouge

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Greenville To Baton Rouge - Lyrics - Drive By Truckers

Title: Greenville To Baton Rouge
Artist: Drive By Truckers
Composer(s): Mike Cooley, Earl Hicks, Patterson Hood, Rob Malone, Brad Morgan

Lyric:
One more night, one more show
Four down, eighty-four to go
This ain't no time for moving slow

Greenville to Baton Rouge
I'll call you up when I get through
The life I live is the life I choose
Greenville to Baton Rouge

Shows have sure been great this year
All eight cylinders all twelve gears
Call you up when I touch down
At the airport in a Louisiana town

Street survivors, feeling no pain
A little more rock, a little less cocaine
And don't forget about Stevie Gaines

Greenville to Baton Rouge
I'll call you up when I get through
If it's the last thing that I do
Greenville to Baton Rouge

Last night, you should have seen this plane
The right engine shot a twelve foot flame
South Carolina made us glad we came
We're up in the air again

Once we hit Louisiana, baby, I don't care
Got a brand new airplane waiting for us there
Give this piece of shit back to Aerosmith
Wake me up when we get there

The right engine gave a little flash
Pilot panicked and dumped the gas
Everything is quiet, we're dropping fast
When we touch down gonna whoop' his ass!

Greenville to Baton Rouge
Can't die now got a show to do
The life I live is the life I choose
Greenville to Baton Rouge

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Anywhere But Memphis - Lyrics - Mark Wills

Title: Anywhere But Memphis
Artist: Mark Wills
Composer(s): Monty Criswell, Tony Martin, Mark Wills

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Lyric:
Called her from a pay phone down on Beale Street
On my way to Birmingham
Said she was tired of never seein' me
She needed more than a guitar man
As the lonesome notes filled the midnight sky
I wipe my tears and wish that I was

Anywhere but Memphis
Any other place would have made a difference
Way the blues pour out of the dives and bars
Ain't no place for a broken heart
She could've told me in Baton Rouge or Dallas
Anywhere but Memphis

Wish she could have worked up her courage
Let me down in Little Rock
Or even as far back as Phoenix
When I stop to call from that truck stop
And telling me sooner was just too hard
She could've waited later to break my heart

Anywhere but Memphis
Any other place would have made a difference
Way the blues pour out of the dives and bars
Ain't no place for a broken heart
She could've told me in Baton Rouge or Dallas
Anywhere but Memphis

Where the blues pour out of the dives and bars
It ain't no place for a broken heart
She could've told me in Baton Rouge or Dallas
Anywhere but Memphis

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Baton Rouge - Lyrics - The Nixons

Title: Baton Rouge
Artist: The Nixons
Composer(s): Zachary David Maloy, Brooks John Stephen Humphrey, Jesse Herron Davis

Lyric:
Can't see my face
In a looking glass, who was looking back, I can't decide
Can we take this track
Going deep beneath the clouds of sin, get on, get on, get on

Can't read this page
It was written on long before you had eyes to see
Can't find my way
I'm somewhere between Baton Rouge and New Orleans

This is our life, this is our time
You be yours and I'll be mine
This is our world, this is our time
And I'll see you

Can't seem to explain
This need to plant deep inside bitter seed
Only if we escape
This City of Sin built for you but it's calling me in

This is our life, this is our time
You be yours and I'll be mine
This is our world, this is our time
And I'll see you

Somewhere between then and now
We lost something, trying too hard
Somewhere between here and there
We forgot who we are

This is our life, this is our time
You be yours and I'll be mine
This is our world, this is our time
And I'll see you

This is our life, this is our time
You be yours and I'll be mine
This is our world, this is our time
And I'll see you

You be yours and I'll be mine
Our world, our time

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Night Before (Life Goes On) - Lyrics - Some Hearts - Carrie Underwood

Title: Night Before (Life Goes On)
Album: Some Hearts
Artist: Carrie Underwood
Composer(s): James W Olander, Wendell Lee Mobley, Neil Thrasher

Lyric:
Sittin' up on the roof
Sneakin' a smoke by the chimney
Checkin' out the moon and the city lights
He takes off his flannel shirt
And he drapes it around her shoulders
Slides up behind her and holds on tight
And she says, "I don't want this night to end
Why does it have to end?"

Tomorrow she'll be rollin' down I-10 Baton Rouge
LSU 18 years in her rear view
He's got a Friday paycheck lined up down the block
At daddy's shop, it ain't much but it's a job
They've been dreadin' this moment all summer long
The night before life goes on

Ooh, a tear falls off her cheek and
Right when it hits his arm he says
"Come on baby, lets get outta here"
They take one last drive around town
And man it already looks different
He bangs the wheel and says
"Life ain't fair and this growin' up stuff man I don't know
I just don't wanna let you go"

Tomorrow shell be rollin' down I-10 Baton Rouge
LSU 18 years in her rear view
He's got a Friday paycheck lined up down the block
At daddy's shop, it ain't much but it's a job
They've been dreadin' this moment all summer long
The night before life goes on

Yeah, that's what my momma told me
And just like those kids
I didn't wanna listen to no one
Yeah, there's nothin' you can do
There's nothin' you can say
And I know how it feels when love goes away

Tomorrow she'll be rollin' down I-10 Baton Rouge
LSU 18 years and hurry ya do
He's got a Friday paycheck lined up down the block
At daddy's shop, it ain't much but it's a job
They've been dreadin' this moment all summer long
But here it is they don't have long
The night before life goes on
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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Swerve - Lyrics - Lil Boosie

Title: Swerve
Artist: Lil Boosie
Composer(s): Jeremy Allen, Webster Gradney, Torence Hatch

Lyric:
(Swerve, swerve)
Swerve right
(Swerve, swerve)
Swerve left
(Swerve, swerve)
Swerve right
(Swerve, swerve)
I swerve left

(Swerve, swerve)
Swerve right
(Swerve, swerve)
Swerve left
(Swerve, swerve)
Swerve right

You ain't never had shit, swerve on 'em
For ya daddy in tha pin, swerve on 'em
Acting bad off that gin, swerve on 'em
Hit his block and act again, fuckin' nigga, swerve on 'em

You might catch me on the Interstate acting bad
Hoes hollin' there he go, who? boosie bad ass
And these fools know I keep that thang
There go that dawg spinnin' hard from lane to lane

Don't play no games 'cause I make you out to demonstration
Why you swerving' 'cause they hatin'
Why they hatin' 'cause you makin', it's cash dawg

It's hatch, dawg, who you thought it would be
If you ain't buckin' to the ceiling', you ain't rollin' wit me
I got this swerving shit from back in the day
When niggas on them Ps and Vs made you get out they way

Hey people, hollin' why you act like this is it 'em pills?
Hell no, it's that savvy shit that I done lived
Keep it real, you be swerving to
If yo shit spinnin' 'bout a thousand hoes done heard of you

That dirty do, anything to attract dem hoes
Hang out the window with they shirt off throwin' up them 4's
This how it goes

You by the club swerve
You wit yo girl swerve
A nigga mug swerve
All my thugs swerve

You ain't never had shit, swerve on 'em
For ya daddy in tha pin, swerve on 'em
Acting bad off that gin, swerve on 'em
Hit his block and act again, fuckin' nigga, swerve on 'em

You ain't never had shit, swerve on 'em
For ya daddy in tha pin, swerve on 'em
Acting bad off that gin, swerve on 'em
Hit his block and act again, fuckin' nigga, swerve on 'em

I'm doin' 55 in the burbon straight swerving
Wit a high yellow fine virgin and we swerving
Hollin' I'm a fool boy, ya heard me straight swerving
A nigga behind me in the excursion and he swerving

Hit the parkin' lot by the club just swerving
Head lights shinin' on my dubs while I'm swerving
I keep a ol' pistol on my lap while I swerve
Just in case I have to peel a cap while I swerve

I play the 659 with the slap while I'm swerving
I gotta have the killa and the yak while I'm swerving
A 4 or 5 hundred dolla stack big swerving
Smoking on some dolga early Monday
And I been swerving since Thursday

Red bones in the back got me swerving
Shit, I done took my eyes up off the road
While I was rubbin' on that cat
Doin' it big like that nigga, swerving
It's all good we on the map, Baton Rouge were ya at swerve?

You ain't never had shit, swerve on 'em
For ya daddy in tha pin, swerve on 'em
Acting bad off that gin, swerve on 'em
Hit his block and act again, fuckin' nigga, swerve on 'em

You ain't never had shit, swerve on 'em
For ya daddy in tha pin, swerve on 'em
Acting bad off that gin, swerve on 'em
Hit his block and act again, fuckin' nigga, swerve on 'em

This for my dawgs in penitentiary, who holla
Shit like gutta gutta when you mention me that Hennessey
Mane, that Hen got me swerving crazy
I saw a dog turned my head and almost hit a lady, slow down baby

With little beat hollin' in the back
I'm in my STS, lil' chunky in my otha lack, don't fuck with hats
'Cause I'll hit you with that Nina Ross
It's on ya head, bitch, you dead, I pay the cost 'cause I'm a boss

In the Southside out Baton Rouge
Where niggas swerving on them 20's and them 22's, we act a foo
Back in the game I used to throw them dreams
In my firebird on them choppas and them fucking screens, sippin' that lin

Acting like I never had shit, bust yo head in a trash pit
I wrap you up in plastic, show yo ass magic
Abra cadbra cado, here go lil' boo
This verse is for all my hoes who be swerving too

SSB swerve, UPT swerve, Park T, Easy T, Cee Cee swerve
Fairfield swerve, Shellwood swerve
Every hood in Baton Rouge, it's all good swerve

(Swerve, swerve)
Swerve right
(Swerve, swerve)
Swerve left
(Swerve, swerve)
Swerve right
(Swerve, swerve)
Swerve left

(Swerve, swerve)
Swerve right
(Swerve, swerve)
Swerve left
(Swerve, swerve)
Swerve right

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Jackson - Lyrics - Car Wheels on a Gravel Road - Lucinda Williams

Title: Jackson
Album: Car Wheels on a Gravel Road
Artist: Lucinda Williams
Composer(s): Lucinda Williams

Lyric:
All the way to Jackson
I don't think I'll miss you much
All the way to Jackson
I don't think I'll miss you much

Once I get to Lafayette
I'm not gonna mind one bit
Once I get to Lafayette
I won't mind one little bit

Once I get to Baton Rouge
I won't cry a tear for you
Once I get to Baton Rouge
I won't cry a tear for you

All the way to Jackson
I don't think I'll miss you much
All the way to Jackson
I don't think I'll miss you much

Once I get to Vicksburg
I don't think I'll feel an urge
Once I get to Vicksburg
I won't even feel an urge

All the way to Jackson
I don't think I'll miss you much
All the way to Jackson
I don't think I'll miss you much
All the way to Jackson
I don't think I'll miss you much

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A Man With 18 Wheels - Lyrics - Lee Ann Womack - Lee Ann Womack

Title: A Man With 18 Wheels
Album: Lee Ann Womack
Artist: Lee Ann Womack
Composer(s): Bobby Carmichael, Leslie Winn Satcher

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Lyric:
He's been gone for ten long days
Burnin' up that Interstate
He's got a run from coast to coast
I've got one more night to go

I love a man with 18 wheels
Seventy feet of polished steel
Baby makes his livin' on the road
Well he just called from Baton Rouge
One more stop and he'll be through
Then he's mine until it's time to roll

Well he's home away from home
He's in the house that Peter built
Oh I love a man with 18 wheels
I love a man with 18 wheels

I can't wait to hear that sound
Of that big diesel gearin' down
We're gonna act like lovesick kids
We're gonna make up for the nights we've missed

I love a man with 18 wheels
Seventy feet of polished steel
Baby makes his livin' on the road
Well he just called from Baton Rouge
One more stop and he'll be through
Then he's mine until it's time to roll

Well he's home away from home
He'ss in the house that Peter built
Oh I love a man with 18 wheels
Oh I love a man with 18 wheels

Well he's home away from home
He's in the house that Peter built
Oh I love a man with 18 wheels
I love a man with 18 wheels
Oh I love a man with 18 wheels
I love a man with 18 wheels

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Cadillac Pussy - Lyrics - Kid Rock - Kid Rock

Title: Cadillac Pussy
Album: Kid Rock
Artist: Kid Rock
Composer(s): Robert Ritchie

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Lyric:
I've seen a fly slimmy on the avenue
When I was on tour in Baton Rouge
A mean little missy with an attitude
I played it smooth, no need to be rude

I stopped the ship, stepped off like chewie
Ran some game like Louie Louie
Talked her on the bus, talked her out of her shorts
No lie y'all, I'm here to report

She had some cadillac pussy
Some cadillac pussy
She had some cadillac pussy

She had some cadillac pussy
Man, it would drive you wild

I seen a fly slimmy on the avenue
When I was on tour in Baton Rouge
A mean little missy with an attitude
I played it smooth, no need to be rude

I stopped the ship, stepped off like chewie
Ran some game like Louie Louie
Talked her on the bus, talked her out of her shorts
No lie y'all, I'm here to report

She had some cadillac pussy
Some cadillac pussy
She had some cadillac pussy
Cadillac pussy

She had some cadillac pussy
Man, it would drive you wild
She had some cadillac pussy
Man, it would drive you wild

Cadillac pussy, cadillac pussy
Cadillac pussy, cadillac pussy
She had some cadillac pussy
Man, it would drive you wild

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Me And Bobby Mcgee - Lyrics - Please Don't Tell Me How the Story Ends: The Publishing Demos1968-72 - Kris Kristofferson

Title: Me And Bobby Mcgee
Album: Please Don't Tell Me How the Story Ends: The Publishing Demos1968-72
Artist: Kris Kristofferson
Composer(s): Fred L Foster, Kristoffer Kristofferson

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Lyric:
Busted flat in Baton Rouge, headin' for the train
Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained
Took us all away to New Orleans

I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
And was blowin' sad while bobby sang the blues
With those windshield wipers slappin' time
And Bobby clappin' hands we finally sung up every song that driver knew

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin' ain't worth nothin', but it's free
Feelin' good was easy Lord, when Bobby sang the blues
Feelin' good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee

From the coalmines of Kentucky to the California sun
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Standin' right beside me Lord through every thing I done
Every night she kept me from the cold

Then somewhere near Salinas lord, I let her slip away
Lookin' for the home, I hope she'll find
And I've trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday
Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin' ain't worth nothin', but it's free
Feelin' good was easy Lord, when Bobby sang the blues
Feelin' good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee

Me and Bobby McGee
Me and Bobby McGee

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Who Needs Pictures - Lyrics - Who Needs Pictures - Brad Paisley

Title: Who Needs Pictures
Album: Who Needs Pictures
Artist: Brad Paisley
Composer(s): Frank Rogers, Chris Dubois, Brad Paisley

Lyric:
There's an old Kodak camera in my dresser drawer
I ran across it just this afternoon
And I realized that I don't ever use it anymore
In fact last time I did I think it was with you

When we were down in Cozumel, we had the whole beach to ourselves
And it's crazy now to think that it's all there on that film
And I could take it to the store to be developed, but what for
I can still see everything just fine
And who needs pictures with a memory like mine

Standin' there I couldn't help but think about
Everything that might be on that roll
I think it even has another trip we took
I guess that must've been at least three years ago

When we were down in Baton Rouge and there wasn't much to do
So we drove into New Orleans every afternoon
And I swear that you would think that it was only yesterday
'Cause I can still see everything just fine
Who needs pictures with a memory like mine

Somewhere in my closet
There's a cardboard box just sittin' on a shelf
It's full of faded memories
And it's been there ever since the night you left

Oh, just forgotten photographs to remind me of the past
Oh, but I can still see everything just fine
Who needs pictures with a memory like mine
Yeah, who needs pictures with a memory like mine

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Me And Bobby Mcgee - Lyrics - Pearl - Janis Joplin

Title: Me And Bobby Mcgee
Album: Pearl
Artist: Janis Joplin
Composer(s): Fred L Foster, Kristoffer Kristofferson

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Lyric:
Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train
And I's feelin' near as faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained
It rode us all the way to New Orleans

I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
I was playin' soft while Bobby sang the blues, yeah
Windshield wipers slappin' time, I wass holdin' Bobby's hand in mine
We sang every song that driver knew

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin', don't mean nothin' hon' if it ain't free, no no
And, feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
You know, feelin' good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGhee

From the Kentucky coal mine to the California sun
There Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done
Yeah, Bobby baby kept me from the cold

One day up near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away
He's lookin' for that home, and I hope he finds it
But, I'd trade all of my tomorrows, for a single yesterday
To be holdin' Bobby's body next to mine

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin', that's all that Bobby left me, yeah
But, feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
Hey, feelin' good was good enough for me, mm-hmm
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGhee

La da da
La da da da
La da da da da da da da
La da da da da da da da
Bobby McGhee, yeah

La da da da da da da
La da da da da da da
La da da da da da da
Bobby McGhee, yeah

La da La la da da la da da la da da
La da da da da da da da da
Hey, my Bobby
Oh, my Bobby McGhee, yeah

La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
Hey, my Bobby
Oh, my Bobby McGhee, yeah

Well, I call him my lover, call him my man
I said, I call him my lover did the best I can, c'mon
Hey now, Bobby now
Hey now, Bobby McGhee, yeah

Woo
La da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la la
Hey, hey, hey Bobby McGhee, yeah
La da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la
Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGhee, yeah

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Me And Bobby Mcgee - Lyrics - Dottie West

Title: Me And Bobby Mcgee
Artist: Dottie West
Composer(s): Fred L Foster, Kristoffer Kristofferson

Lyric:
Busted flat in Baton Rouge waitin' for the trains
Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained
Took us all the way to New Orleans

I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
I was playing sad while Bobby sang the blues
Windshield whippers slapping time, holding Bobby's hand in mine
We sang up ever song that driver knew

Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose
Nothing ain't worth nothing but it's free
Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues
Feeling good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee

From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun
Bobby shared all the secrets of my soul
Through all kinds of weather, Lord, through everything we done
Yeah, Bobby baby kept me from the cold

Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away
He's a looking for a home I hope he'll find
I'd trade all of my tomorrows for a single yesterday
A holding Bobby's body next to mine

Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose
Nothing ain't worth nothing but it's free
Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues
Feeling good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee

My Bobby McGee
Me and Bobby McGee

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Life In The Factory - Lyrics - Drive By Truckers

Title: Life In The Factory
Artist: Drive By Truckers
Composer(s): Mike Cooley, Earl Hicks, Patterson Hood, Rob Malone, Brad Morgan

Lyric:
Let me tell y'all a story
So far fetched it must be true
'Bout a bunch of fatherless boys from Florida
One is man enough for two

Practiced twelve hours a day in the Hell House
In the swamps outside of town
100 degrees without no open windows
Heat radiating off the tin

And they named their band Lynyrd Skynyrd
After the coach who kicked them out of school
Seven days a week 'cause Rock's the only thing
To save them from life in the factory

They spent years inside the Hell House
Then they opened for The Stones and The Who
300 shows a year, outdoor, summer festivals
Them boy's wouldn't even break a sweat

They hit the road doing ninety
Leave them steel mills far behind
Ain't no good life at the Ford plant
Three guitars or a life of crime

Sold out shows and platinum records
New York critics and redneckers
Bunch of boy's from Florida
Had them eating from their hands

They had to find another glory
But folks, it's still some sad story
Legend over shadows
The songs and the band

Let me tell y'all a story
That more or less is the truth
From the swamps of Northern Florida
To the swamps just north of Baton Rouge

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Operator - Lyrics - American Beauty - Grateful Dead

Title: Operator
Album: American Beauty
Artist: Grateful Dead
Composer(s): Ronald C Mckernan

Lyric:
Operator, can you help me?
Help me if you please
Give me the right area code
And the number that I need
My rider left upon the Midnight Flyer
Singing like a summer breeze

I think she's somewhere down south
Down about Baton Rouge
But I just can't remember no number
A number I can use, directory don't have it
Central done forgot it
Got to find a number to use

Trying to check out her number
Trying to run down her line
Operator said that's priviledged information
And it ain't no business of mine
It's flooding down in Texas, the poles are down in Utah
Got to find a private line

She could be hanging round a steel mill
Working in a house of blue light
Riding a getaway bus out of Portland
Talking to the night

I don't know where she's going
I don't care where she's been
Long as she's been doin' it right
Long as she's been doin' it right

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Squeezin The Love Outta You - Lyrics - Carolyn Dawn Johnson

Title: Squeezin The Love Outta You
Artist: Carolyn Dawn Johnson
Composer(s): Carolyn Dawn Johnson, Troy Verges, Stephen Mandile

Lyric:
I'm not gonna beg you for a little kiss
Love ain't gonna last very long like this
You expect me to make the first move
And even then you never get in the groove
You don't worry about it, but honey I do

You think a little goes a long way
I've had a little more than I can take

Well I'm through, squeezing the love out of you
It's like trying to get water from a desert dune
Baby if this is the best you can do
I'm through, squeezing the love out of you
Ho yeah

You must think that I got all the time in the world
Well I can tell you right now, boy, you've got the wrong girl
I've waited long enough for you to act like you are in love
I think it's finally come down to giving up

I spent too much time holding on tight
With both of my hands and all of my might

Well I'm through, squeezing the love out of you
It's like trying to get water from a desert dune
Baby if this is the best you can do
I'm through, squeezing the love out of you, yeah

Hoo I'm through, squeezing the love out of you
It's like trying to get water from a desert dune
Baby if this is the best you can do
I'm through

It's like tryna get toothpaste out of an empty tube
Trying to a find a blizzard down in Baton Rouge
You're love is slower than honey drippin' from a spoon
I'm through, squeezing the love out of you, yeah

I'm through, squeezing the love out of you
I'm so through

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Wanted Man - Lyrics - Flatt And Scruggs

Title: Wanted Man
Artist: Flatt And Scruggs
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
I'm a wanted man
Wanted man
I'm a wanted man
I'm a wanted man

Oh yeah
Yeah
Oh honey, I'm a wanted man

I'm a wanted man in California
I'm a wanted man in Buffalo
I'm a wanted man in Kansas City
I'm a wanted man in Ohio

I'm a wanted man in Mississippi
They want me in Old Cheyenne
Wherever you may look tonight
You will see this wanted man

I might be in Colorado
Or Georgia by the sea
Working for some man
Who may not know at all who I might be

If you ever see me comin'
And you know just a who I am
Don't breathe a word to no one buddy
'Cause I'm a wanted man

Wanted man in Albuquerque
Wanted man in Syracuse
Wanted man in Tallahassee
I'm a wanted man in Baton Rouge

Wanted man in Arizona
Wanted man in Galveston
Wanted man in El Dorado
This wanted man's in great demand

If you ever catch me sleepin'
Just see the price flashin' 'bove my head
Well, take look again my friend
That's a gun pointed at your head

Wanted man by Lucy Watson
Wanted man by Jesse Brown
Wanted man by Nellie Johnson
Wanted man in [Incomprehensible] town

Wanted man by the Boller Sisters
Wanted man by Kid Callahan
Hey darlin' don't you tell me you don't want me
'Cause I'm a wanted man

A wanted man who's lost his will to live
A wanted man who won't lay down
There's a woman kneelin' in on my grave
Pushin' daisies in the ground

Wanted man in the Windy City
Wanted man in Tennessee
Wanted man in Broken Arrow
Wanted man in Wounded Knee

Wanted man in Jackson Town
Wanted man in El Paso
I got bounties on my head in towns
I wouldn't ever think to go

Wanted Man in Arizona
Wanted man in Louisville
Wanted man deep in Death Valley
Wanted man up in the Hollywood Hill

If the Devil comes collectin'
'Cause he doesn't know I'm a wanted man
He'd better wear a six gun on his hip
And hold another in his hand

If you love the wanted man
You best hold him while you can
'Cause you're gonna wake up one mornin'
And find the man you wanted, he is gone

Wanted man in New York City
Wanted man in San Anton'
Wanted man down in Lorado
Wanted man in Tupelo

Wanted man in the state of Texas
Wanted man in the state of Maine
This wanted man's in the state of leavin' ya baby
Jumpin' on a midnight train

Wanted man in every cat house
Wanted man in a many saloons
Wanted man is a ghost in hundred homes
A shadow in a thousand rooms

Wanted man down in St. Louis
Wanted man in New Orleans
Wanted man on Mussel Bay
Wanted man in Cripple Creek

Wanted man in Detroit City
Wanted man in San Anton'
But there's one place I'm not wanted Lord
It's the place that I call home

Wanted man, wanted man
If the devil comes collectin'
He better hold a six gun in his hand

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I Can'T Love You Anymore - Lyrics - Lyle Lovett

Title: I Can'T Love You Anymore
Artist: Lyle Lovett
Composer(s): Lyle Lovett

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Lyric:
This Georgia road is red, the Georgia sky is blue
And it looks just like the day that carried me to you
Oh, the good Lord up in Heaven knows what I've been going through
And He's whispering to me, that I'll get over you

My angel in distress, you look okay to me
I'll send you my address and I know that it will be
I could easily stay with you on your side of Heaven's door
'Cause I don't love you any less but I can't love you anymore

Well it's Tuscaloosa, Birmingham or Baton Rouge
Hell, I don't know just where I'm at to tell the truth
But the good Lord up in Heaven knows what you've been going through
And He's whispering to me, that He'll take care of you

My angel in distress, you look okay to me
I'll send you my address and I know that it will be
I could easily stay with you on your side of Heaven's door
'Cause I don't love you any less but I can't love you anymore

My angel in distress, you look okay to me
I'll send you my address and I know that it will be
I could easily stay with you on your side of Heaven's door
'Cause I don't love you any less but I can't love you anymore

I don't love you any less
But I can't love you anymore

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Southern Thing - Lyrics - Before the Robots - Better Than Ezra

Title: Southern Thing
Album: Before the Robots
Artist: Better Than Ezra
Composer(s): Kevin Griffin

Lyric:
Kelly was a blackjack dealer
Living on the Gulf of Mexico
Kelly had a taste for guns and pills
He was looking for a mark to roll

Sarah was a Kappa from Tulane
She was looking for a little change of pace
When a cop pulled 'em over on the interstate
Kelly blew that car away
(I heard him singin')

Gulf breeze on the porch
Me and my honey rockin' back and forth
Ridin' up again with my kin and friends
Underneath the yellow moon
(It's a Gas)

Sweet dream, New Orleans
Mississippi River running over me
Pretty mama come and take me by the hand
Don't mock what you don't understand, it's a southern thing
(It's a southern thing)

Now when they held up the bank in Mobile
They finally made it on the evening news
She's a Georgia peach, never within reach
He's a felon from Baton Rouge

I heard Robert Johnson playing on the steel guitar
In the heat of the Delta sun
And Kelly drove 'em back up to Memphis
To finish what the king had once begun
(Come on and sing it now)

Gulf breeze on the porch
Me and my honey rockin' back and forth
Ridin' up again with my kin and friends
Underneath the yellow moon
(It's a Gas)

Sweet dream, New Orleans
Mississippi River running over me
Pretty mama come and take me by the hand
Don't mock what you don't understand, it's a southern thing

Come on baby, now
Come on baby, now
Come on baby, now
It's a southern, it's a southern thing

Come on baby, now
Come on baby, now
Come on baby, now
It's a southern, it's a southern thing

Oo yeah

If we ever get out of here
I want you to promise me you'll go
Down to the Gulf and swim
Deep in the sea and you'll think of me
The way you used to sing that silly song to me

Sing, "M-I-crooked letter-crooked letter-humpback-humpback"
Get a little closer
"M-I-crooked letter-crooked letter-humpback-humpback"
Get a little closer

Gulf breeze on the porch
Me and my honey rockin' back and forth
Ridin' up again with my kin and friends
Underneath the yellow moon
(It's a Gas)

Sweet dream, New Orleans
Mississippi River running over me
Pretty mama come and take me by the hand
Don't mock what you don't understand, it's a southern thing

Come on baby, now
Come on baby, now
Come on baby, now
It's a southern, it's a southern thing

Come on baby, now
Come on baby, now

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