Asleep at the Wheel Filmography

• Austin City Limits Music Festival (2009)
• Today's Country Music (2006)
• Willie Nelson, Texas Style (1988)
• Fast Money (1980)

• Asleep At The Wheel - George Strait
• Asleep At The Wheel - New Amsterdams
• Asleep At The Wheel - Bloodhound Gang
• Asleep At The Wheel - The New Amsterdams
• Asleep At The Wheel - Wallflowers
• Asleep At The Wheel - Venerea
• Asleep At The Wheel - The Wallflowers
• Asleep At The Wheel - Transit
• Asleep At The Wheel - A Change Of Pace
• Asleep At The Wheel - The Hippos
• San Antonio Rose - Asleep At The Wheel
• Nothing Takes The Place Of You - Asleep At The Wheel
• My Baby Thinks She's A Train - Asleep At The Wheel
• Misery - Asleep At The Wheel
• Miles And Miles Of Texas - Asleep At The Wheel
• Let Me Go Home Whiskey - Asleep At The Wheel
• Lay Down Sally - Asleep At The Wheel
• Jambalaya - Asleep At The Wheel
• Ida Red - Asleep At The Wheel
• I've Been Everywhere - Asleep At The Wheel
• I Wonder If You Feel The Way I Do - Asleep At The Wheel
• House Of Blue Lights - Asleep At The Wheel
• Hot Rod Lincoln - Asleep At The Wheel
• Don't Go There - Asleep At The Wheel
• Deep Water - Asleep At The Wheel
• Dance With Who Brung You - Asleep At The Wheel
• Way Down Texas Way - Asleep At The Wheel
• Walk On By - Asleep At The Wheel
• Tulsa Straight Ahead - Asleep At The Wheel
• The Letter That Johnny Walker Read - Asleep At The Wheel
• The Cape - Asleep At The Wheel
• That's What I Like 'bout The South - Asleep At The Wheel
• Take Me Back To Tulsa - Stay All Night - Asleep At The Wheel
• Sugarfoot Rag - Asleep At The Wheel
• Smoke Smoke Smoke That Cigarette - Asleep At The Wheel
• Am I Right ( Or Amarillo ) - Asleep At The Wheel
• Ain't Nobody Here But Us Chickens - Asleep At The Wheel
• (Get Your Kicks On) Route 66 - Asleep At The Wheel
• Cotton Eyed Joe - Asleep At The Wheel
• Cherokee Maiden - Asleep At The Wheel
• Cherokee Boogie - Asleep At The Wheel
• Chattanooga Choo Choo - Asleep At The Wheel
• Boogie Back To Texas - Asleep At The Wheel
• Before All Hell Breaks Loose - Asleep At The Wheel
• Beat Me Daddy Eight To The Bar - Asleep At The Wheel
• Asleep At The Wheel - Cinematics
• Asleep At The Wheel - The Bloodhound Gang
• Asleep At The Wheel - Bloodclot

Date: 9/26/96; 11:46:58 AM
From: ah827@rgfn.epcc.Edu (Gene L. Graham)
Subject: A BIG BALL IN COWTOWN
A BIG BALL IN COWTOWN
Recorded by Bob Wills and The Texas Playboys
Written by Hoyle Nix
Aagghh! Let the ladies split out wide
Grab your pardner - go hog wild. Aagghh! Now, now, now;
CHORUS
[G] Big Ball's in [G7] Cowtown
[C] We'll all go [G] down
[G] Big Ball's in [G7] Cowtown
[D] We'll dance a-[G] round.
[G] Workin' on the [G7] railroad
[C] Sleepin' on the [G] ground
Eatin' saltine [G7] crackers
[D] Ten cents a [G] pound.
CHORUS
Put on your new shoes
Put on your gown
Take off them sack clothes
The Big Ball's in town.
CHORUS
I'll stay in cowtown
I'll stick around
Bolt up your window
The Big Ball's in town.
CHORUS

The light I followed tonight is only as bright as the highway. The sight, try as I might, I can't keep the weight from my eyes. We never will make load in if the Ephedrine don't kick in.

Bloodhounds shall cruise rendezvous
Break curfew new trip ensues
You never know Bloodhounds just go
Pack backpack up for down the road
No change of clothes but change for tolls
Pack of No-Doz Rolos and Skoal
Old Milwaukee Jolt black coffee
Sugar Daddy Rand McNally
A pack of jacks those orange Tic-Tacs
Glen Miller tracks roll of Kodak
The phantom black stacked Pontiac
Hot rod dual quads and in the back
Is the beat keeper big ass speaker
Jumbo woofer rattle tweeter
Dial is turned and there it's stayin'
The next day where Stern is playin'
You got your Jesus on the dashbord but the devil's under my hood
You're taking it down legal I'm pullin' it up to no good
God is your co-pilot I let Satan ride shotgun
You pay a toll to get to heaven but on the road to hell there's none
You got your Jesus on the dashbord but the devil's under my hood
You're taking it down legal I'm pullin' it up to no good
God is your co-pilot I let Satan ride shotgun
You pay a toll to get to heaven but on the road to hell there's none
Get up you're asleep at the wheel
Get up you're asleep at the wheel
Get up you're asleep at the wheel
I-95 eight lanes wide
Midnight drive take a ride
Alongside east coast tide
Getting high so am I
Bloodshot red eyes from the fumes
I consume engine zoom then engine boom
Then enging glow erupt and blow
And overflow like volcano
So far to go can't turn back though
Cheap tobacco cup of black Joe
Fuelin' my body jumstartin' my soul
Set my mind on cruise control
You got your Jesus on the dashbord but the devil's under my hood
You're taking it down legal I'm pullin' it up to no good
God is your co-pilot I let Satan ride shotgun
You pay a toll to get to heaven but on the road to hell there's none
Get up you're asleep at the wheel
Get up you're asleep at the wheel
Get up you're asleep at the wheel
24-7 Truck Stop Plaza
Turn off headlights turn on hazards
3 A.M. is when I gazed
Eyes glazed I'm dazed and then I fade
To black now were back
'On The Road' like Kerouac
Down the turnpike high rate of speed
Up all night like Gilbert Gottfried
You got your Jesus on the dashbord but the devil's under my hood
You're taking it down legal I'm pullin' it up to no good
God is your co-pilot I let Satan ride shotgun
You pay a toll to get to heaven but on the road to hell there's none
Get up you're asleep at the wheel
Get up you're asleep at the wheel

The light I followed tonight is only as bright as the highway. The sight, try as I might, I can't keep the weight from my eyes. We never will make load in if the Ephedrine don't kick in.

Do you ever stop to count all the invitations
At the end of the day when it comes down to one decision
Of dead beat girls and freaks at a peoples convention,
All these sugars with no vitamin sensation.
Do you ever stop to look over old relations,
Or look to the belly of another one's emotions,
Someone young in the winds of a revolution
Trying to save his face in the evolution.
Asleep at the wheel,
No windshield,
But you know that the streets
Here don't change.
He's kept alive in the chain of mental starvation,
Bone rail skinny, only feeding off frustration.
Unlike you who seem bred from corruption
Feeding off the plates of an ununited nation.
Asleep at the wheel,
No windshield,
But you know that the streets
Here don't change.
With a lover in the street whose waiting to make a connection
To be the mother to the soul of your next abortion,
She'll steal your money with the eyes of a baby's complexion
Then she'll laugh at you and your sexual invention.
Smelling like a rose, in the flowers of devotion,
Devoted the heat of a spotlight in motion,
With a face full of mud even though you were only joking
As if you really understood the value of isolation.
Asleep at the wheel,
No windshield,
But you know that the streets
Here don't change.
Your tongue so fast like a freight train coming on rollin'
Every smile you give's just to keep your mouth from clothin'
Every engine burns as a sign of the explosion
Locked in neutral your engines are broken.
Like candle wax that sun melts into the ocean,
Like the moon that lights the tracks of the old train station,
You can color in the lines of mother earth's addictions,
And not hold a gun in the face of the Earth's abduction
Asleep at the wheel,
No windshield,
But you know that the streets

All the trees are bending
We've been going way to fast
My girl's spilled her coffee
and the sun's not gonna last
Asleep at the wheel
About to reel
Asleep at the wheel
Automoronbile
This song is not for singing
I can't feel what I pray
but there's smoke and dust
Right down the lino
It's all coming this way
Asleep at the wheel
It's all too real
Our eyes are closed

Do you ever stop to count all the invitations
At the end of the day when it comes down to one decision
Of dead beat girls and freaks at a peoples convention,
All these sugars with no vitamin sensation.
Do you ever stop to look over old relations,
Or look to the belly of another one's emotions,
Someone young in the winds of a revolution
Trying to save his face in the evolution.
Asleep at the wheel,
No windshield,
But you know that the streets
Here don't change.
He's kept alive in the chain of mental starvation,
Bone rail skinny, only feeding off frustration.
Unlike you who seem bred from corruption
Feeding off the plates of an ununited nation.
Asleep at the wheel,
No windshield,
But you know that the streets
Here don't change.
With a lover in the street whose waiting to make a connection
To be the mother to the soul of your next abortion,
She'll steal your money with the eyes of a baby's complexion
Then she'll laugh at you and your sexual invention.
Smelling like a rose, in the flowers of devotion,
Devoted the heat of a spotlight in motion,
With a face full of mud even though you were only joking
As if you really understood the value of isolation.
Asleep at the wheel,
No windshield,
But you know that the streets
Here don't change.
Your tongue so fast like a freight train coming on rollin'
Every smile you give's just to keep your mouth from clothin'
Every engine burns as a sign of the explosion
Locked in neutral your engines are broken.
Like candle wax that sun melts into the ocean,
Like the moon that lights the tracks of the old train station,
You can color in the lines of mother earth's addictions,
And not hold a gun in the face of the Earth's abduction
Asleep at the wheel,
No windshield,
But you know that the streets
Here don't change.

I miss the breeze of the summer air
The sunlight against me skin
Do you remember it?
We all felt more alive
(You have to hold on)
Yesterday when the wax was burning
We tried to stay awake but we kept drifting off
Yesterday when the wax was burning
We drifted off and we drifted
You never know just what you have until it's gone
And after the ink dries
Every page of this will burn
(You have to hold on)
Yesterday when the wax was burning
We tried to stay awake but we kept drifting off
Yesterday when the wax was burning
We drifted off and we drifted
Yesterday when the wax was burning
We tried to stay awake but we kept drifting off
Yesterday when the wax was burning
We drifted off and we drifted
Hold on
Sitting with my head in my hands
Outside on the steps of my home
You can't take those moments back
So hold on and never let go
Sitting with my head in my hands
Outside on the steps of my home
You can't take those moments back
So hold on and never let go
(Hold on)
Yesterday when the wax was burning
We tried to stay awake but we kept drifting off
Yesterday when the wax was burning
We drifted off and we drifted
Yesterday when the wax was burning
We tried to stay awake but we kept drifting off
Yesterday when the wax was burning

Asleep at the wheel, a red light mistake
Take my word for what it's worth
Life at a stand still not one second passes
And in the asphalt I see a best friend
(Crashing through the window)
Don't move
Save me
Cry out
To God above
And would you save everyone
If you saw them dying?
Watch as they slip through your hands
Bring me back to life, bring them back to life
One step further form all of this
Abstract emotions in dealing with death
The warmth of my breath turns to ice
Beating the concrete your hands
Cut and bruised and in the end
Not a question of why
(Crashing through the window)
Don't move
Save me
Cry out
To God above
And would you save everyone
If you saw them dying?
Watch as they slip through your hands
Bring them back to life, bring them back to life
One step further from all of this
Never forget what I'm bleeding
Gasp for air, now I am apart of this
Leave me suffering
Never break your promises
Never forget and you'll never forget
What I've done
And would you save everyone
If you saw them dying?
Watch as they slip through your hands
Bring them back to life, bring them back to life
One step further from all of this
Don't move
Save me
Cry out

It's two in the morning, I'm tired as hell. What am I doing behind the wheel? The lights have all blurred into a row. How long I'll be up, I just don't know. I'm falling asleep, asleep at the wheel, this feels like a dream but this is real. I've got a lot on my mind, I've been driving all night. You can bet I'll be driving when out comes the light. I've been on the road so long that I'm gonna crack, I've been ";On the road"; longer than Jack Kerouac. (Chorus)

Deep within my heart lies a melody
A song of old San Antone
Where in dreams I live with a memory
Beneath the stars all alone
It was there I found beside the Alamo
Enchantment strange as the blue up above
A moonlit path that only she would know
Still hears my broken song of love
Moon in all your splendor knows only my heart
Call back my Rose, Rose of San Antone
Lips so sweet and tender like petals fallin' apart
Speak once again of my love, my own
Broken song, empty words I know
Still live in my heart all alone
And that moonlit pass beside the Alamo
And Rose, my Rose of San Antone

I moved your pictures from my wall
And I replaced them
Both large and small
And each new day
Finds me so blue
Because nothing takes the place of you
I read your letters
One by one
And I still love you
When it's all said and done
Oh my darling
Oh I'm so blue
Because nothing oh nothing
Takes the place of you
As I write this letter
Oh it's raining on my window pain
And I feel the need of you
Because without you oh without you
Nothing seems the same
So I'll wait untill you're home
Oh I love you
Yeah but you know I'm all alone
Oh my darling I'm so blue
Because nothing oh nothing
Takes the place of you
Oh nothing oh but nothing

It's 3am in the morning
That train whistle is blowing
It sounds like some lonesome song
Got in my soul
My baby flipped the blanket
She won't be back no more
She makes a whistle stop
Then she's gone again
Sometimes it's hard
Hard on a poor boy's brain
Poor boys brain
I'm telling you boys
My baby thinks she's a train
[Chorus]
Lawd lawd lawdy the way she moves
Drags me round like an old caboose
I'm telling you boys thats girl's insane
My baby thinks she's a train
Choo choo ain't just some train sound
It's the noise that you hear
When my baby hits town
With her long hair flying
Man she's hard to tame
What you s'pposed to do when
Your baby thinks she's a train
She eats money like a train eats coal
She burns it up and leaves you in the smoke
If you wanna catch her ride
You wait till she unwinds
She's just like a train
She always gives some bum a ride
[Chorus]

Misery
(Marty Stuart, Asleep at the Wheel, Ride with Bob)
1. Went to bed last night, wasn’t sleepy.
Wondering what time you came to me.
You broke my heart, and left lonely.
Now I got nothing left but misery.
Choirs:
Wondering if you.... have found another love
brings no consolation to my heart.
2. Now one of these days you’ll me sorry, (you know you will)
That you filled my heart with misery. ( let it swing)
(Instrumental)
Ending

I was born in Lousiana down on the ol bouyo
Rasied on shrimps and catfish mame's good gumbo
I got the ramblin' fever said goodbye to ma and pa
Crossed that ol red river and this is what I saw
I saw miles and miles of Texas all the stars up in the sky
I saw miles and miles of Texas gonna live here till I die
I rode up in to Austin the craddle of the west
Just ask any cowboy he'll tell you it's the best
I met a texas bueaty I got friendly with her pa
I looked in to her big blue eyes this is what I saw
I saw miles and miles of Texas all the stars up in the sky
I saw miles and miles of Texas gonna live here till I die
I started tamin' bronko's I made every rodeo
Until I met a tuff one you know his name was devil joe
I grabb'd hold of his bridle just to ride this ol' outlaw
He threw me from the saddle and this is what I saw
I saw miles and miles of Texas all the stars up in the sky
I saw miles and miles of Texas gonna live here till I die
Miles of Texas
Uaaah now
All night long
Gonna live here till I die

Let me go home whiskey, let me walk out that door
Let me go home whiskey, let me walk out that door
I got orders from my baby
Not to come home juiced no more
I stop by a fence to visit with a friend of mine
I just dropped in for a minute
But I over stayed my time
Let me go home whiskey, let me walk out that door
Let me go home whiskey, let me walk out that door
I got orders
Don't you come home drunk no more
Why oh why does whiskey
Make me lose my head
Got me sitting at a bar
When I should be home in bed
Let me go home whiskey, let me walk out that door
Let me go home whiskey, let me walk out that door
I got orders from my baby
Not to come home drunk no more
Yeah whiskey every morning
Whiskey every night
As long as I got my whiskey
Everything's alright
Let me go home whiskey, let me walk out that door
Let me go home whiskey, let me walk out that door
I got orders from my baby

1. There is nothing that is wrong
In wanting you to stay here with me.
I know you've got somewhere to go,
But won't you make yourself at home and stay with me?
And don't you ever leave.
Chorus: Lay down, Sally, and rest you in my arms.
Don't you think you want someone to talk to?
Lay down, Sally, no need to leave so soon.
I've been trying all night long just to talk to you.
2. The sun ain't nearly on the rise
And we still got the moon and stars above.
Underneath the velvet skies,
Love is all that matters. Won't you stay with me?
And don't you ever leave.
Chorus: Lay down, Sally, and rest you in my arms.
Don't you think you want someone to talk to?
Lay down, Sally, no need to leave so soon.
I've been trying all night long just to talk to you.
3. I long to see the morning light
Coloring your face so dreamily.
So don't you go and say goodbye,
You can lay your worries down and stay with me.
And don't you ever leave.
Chorus: Lay down, Sally, and rest you in my arms.
Don't you think you want someone to talk to?
Lay down, Sally, no need to leave so soon.

Goodbye, [1]Joe, me gotta go, me oh[5]my oh
Me gotta go pull the pirogue down the [1]Bayou
My yvonne, the sweetest 1 me oh [5] my oh,
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the [1] bayou.
Well jambalaya & a crawfish pie & fillet [5] gumbo,
Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher a [1] mio.
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar & be [5] gay-o,
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the [1] bayou.
SOLO
Thibodaux, Fontaineaux, the place is buzzin',
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen.
We dress in style & go hog wild, me o my oh
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.
{Chorus)
Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and file' gumbo
'Cause tonight I’m gonna see my ma cher amio
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o
Son of a gun, we’ll have big fun on the bayou
Thibodeaux, Fontainenot, the place is buzzin’
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Dress in style and go hog wild, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, we’ll have big fun on the bayou
(Chorus)
Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and file' gumbo
'Cause tonight I’m gonna see my ma cher amio
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o
Son of a gun, we’ll have big fun on the bayou
Settle down, far from town, get me a pirogue
And I’ll catch all the fish in the bayou
Swap my mon to buy Yvonne what she need-o
Son of a gun, we’ll have big fun on the bayou
(Chorus)
Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and file' gumbo
'Cause tonight I’m gonna see my ma cher amio
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o

Light in the parlor, fire in the grate
Clock on the mantle says it gettin' too late
Curtains in the window, snowy white
[Incomprehensible] on Sunday night
Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm plum fool about Ida Red
Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm plum fool about Ida Red
Lamp on the table, picture on the wall
There's a pretty sofa and that ain't all
If I'm not mistaken I sure am right
Somebody else in the parlor tonight
Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm plum fool about Ida Red
Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm plum fool about Ida Red
Chicken in a bread pan pickin' out dough
Granny, does your dog bite? No, child no
Hurry up boys now, don't you be slow
Y'all in a girdle like you was awhile ago
Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm plum fool about Ida Red
Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm plum fool about Ida Red
My old mistress promised me
That when she died she'd set me free
But she lived so long that her head got bald
Took the the notion not to die at all
Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm plum fool about Ida Red
Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm plum fool about Ida Red
Lights grow dim, fire's gettin' low
Somebody said it's time to go
I hear a whisper, gentle and light
Don't forget to come back Saturday night
Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm plum fool about Ida Red

I was totin' my pack along the long dusty Winnemucca road,
When along came a semi with a high an' canvas-covered load.
"If you're goin' to Winnemucca, Mack, with me you can ride."
And so I climbed into the cab and then I settled down inside.
He asked me if I'd seen a road with so much dust and sand.
And I said, "Listen, I've traveled every road in this here land!"
I've been everywhere, man.
I've been everywhere, man.
Crossed the deserts bare, man.
I've breathed the mountain air, man.
Of travel I've had my share, man.
I've been everywhere.
I've been to:
Reno, Chicago, Fargo, Minnesota,
Buffalo, Toronto, Winslow, Sarasota,
Wichita, Tulsa, Ottawa, Oklahoma,
Tampa, Panama, Mattawa, La Paloma,
Bangor, Baltimore, Salvador, Amarillo,
Tocapillo, Baranquilla, and Perdilla, I'm a killer.
I've been everywhere, man.
I've been everywhere, man.
Crossed the deserts bare, man.
I've breathed the mountain air, man.
Of travel I've had my share, man.
I've been everywhere.
I've been to:
Boston, Charleston, Dayton, Louisiana,
Washington, Houston, Kingston, Texarkana,
Monterey, Faraday, Santa Fe, Tallapoosa,
Glen Rock, Black Rock, Little Rock, Oskaloosa,
Tennessee, Hennessey, Chicopee, Spirit Lake,
Grand Lake, Devils Lake, Crater Lake, for Pete's sake.
I've been everywhere, man.
I've been everywhere, man.
Crossed the deserts bare, man.
I've breathed the mountain air, man.
Of travel I've had my share, man.
I've been everywhere.
I've been to:
Louisville, Nashville, Knoxville, Ombabika,
Schefferville, Jacksonville, Waterville, Costa Rica,
Pittsfield, Springfield, Bakersfield, Shreveport,
Hackensack, Cadillac, Fond du Lac, Davenport,
Idaho, Jellico, Argentina, Diamantina,
Pasadena, Catalina, see what I mean-a.
I've been everywhere, man.
I've been everywhere, man.
Crossed the deserts bare, man.
I've breathed the mountain air, man.
Of travel I've had my share, man.
I've been everywhere.
I've been to:
Pittsburgh, Parkersburg, Gravelbourg, Colorado,
Ellisburg, Rexburg, Vicksburg, Eldorado,
Larimore, Admore, Haverstraw, Chatanika,
Chaska, Nebraska, Alaska, Opelika,
Baraboo, Waterloo, Kalamazoo, Kansas City,

Eight weeks ago tonight we parted
It's so hard to realise we're through
When we quit you said you'd always love me
I wonder if you feel the way I do
I'll ne'er get over our days together
Even though I know they're very few
I loved you then and will forever
And I wonder if you feel the way I do
It's the strangest and sweetest love dear
That two people ever knew
You told me that I need not worry
That forever you'd be true
Through this dreary world alone I wonder
My thoughts will always be with you
But it seems to me there's no use living

Lace up your boots and we'll truck on down
To a knocked out shack on the edge of town
There's an eight beat combo that just won't quit
Keep a-walking' 'til ya see a blue light lit
Fall in there and we'll see some sights
Down at the house the house the house of blue lights
There's fryers, broilers, and Detroit bar-b-que ribs
But the treat of the treat
Is when they serve up those fine egg beats
You'll wanna spend the rest of your brights
Down at the house the house the house of blue lights
We'll have a time and we'll some rug
While we dig those tunes like they should be dug
It's a real homecoming' for all those cats
Just boogie past the welcome mat
Fall in there and we'll see some sights
Down at the house the house the house of blue lights
There's fryers, broilers, and Detroit bar-b-que ribs
But the treat of the treat
Is when they serve up those fine egg beats
You'll wanna spend the rest of your brights

My pappy said, 'Son, you're gonna drive me to drinkin'
If you don't quit drivin' that - Hot ... Rod ... Lincoln!'
Well, you've heard the story of the hot rod race,
When the Ford and the Mercury were settin' the pace.
That story's true I'm here to say,
Cause I was a'drivin' that Model A.
It's got a Lincoln motor and it's really souped up;
That Model A body makes it look like a pup.
It's got 8 cylinders and uses them all;
Got overdrive that just won't stall.
With 4-barrel carbs and dual exhausts,
4:11 gears you can really get lost -
Got safety tubes but I'm ain't scared,
The brakes are good and the tires are fair.
We pulled out of San Pedro late one night;
The moon and the stars were shinin' bright.
We were drivin' up Grapevine Hill,
Passin' cars like they were standin' still.
Then, all of a sudden, in the blink of an eye,
a Cadillac sedan passed us by.
I said boys, "That's the mark for me."
By then, the taillights wuz all you could see.
Now, the fellas ribbed me for bein' behind,
So I thought I'd make that Lincoln unwind.
Took my foot off the gas and, man alive,
I shoved it down into overdrive.
Well, I wound it up to 110;
My speedometer said that I'd hit top end.
My foot was glued like lead to the floor;
That's all there is - there ain't no more.
Now the boys all thought I'd lost my sense;
And them telephone poles looked like a picket fence.
They said, "Slow down, I see spots."
The lines on the road just looked like dots.
We took a corner & side swiped a truck;
And I crossed my fingers just for luck -
The fenders clickin' to the guard rail post;
The guy beside me was white as a ghost.
Smoke was comin from outta the back
When I started to gain on that Cadillac
I knew I could catch him and I thought I could pass
Don't ya know by then, we'd be low on gas.
I had flames comin' from out of the side;
You could feel the tension; man, what a ride.
I said, "Look out, boys, I've got a license to fly"
And the Caddy pulled over and let me by.
All of a sudden a rod started knockin';
Down in the depths she started a rockin'.
I looked in the mirror and a red light was blinkin';
The cops was after my Hot Rod Lincoln.
Well they arrested me and put me in jail.
They called my pappy to throw my bail.
And he said, 'Son, you're gonna drive me to drinkin',

In the Texas town of San Antonio
Is a little church they call the Alamo
The story tellers say Ozzy Osborne stopped one day
All dressed up in women's lingerie
I don't know if the guy was drinking beer
Jack or beam it's not exactly clear
But when he whipped it out
The ghost of Travis gave a shout
Whose message all good Texans still can hear
Don't go there, don't go there
You really shouldn't go there
It's a source of Texas pride
Hell, John Wayne died inside
Don't go there, don't go there
You really shouldn't go there
You'll really piss us off if you go there
When Bowie and Young Crockett made their stand
Colonel Travis drew a line in to the sand
But it's simply not the same when you try and write your name
That bloody rocker must have mush for brains
Don't go there, don't go there
You really shouldn't go there
It's a simple Texas mission
Not a pot for you to piss in
Don't go there, don't go there
You really shouldn't go there
You'll really piss us off if you go there
Music never rilled us
The groupies or the jets
The show on television
Or the ratings you might get
The thing that drove us plum insane
Was when you drained that old main vain
Took your snake and let it go
No, we won't forget the Alamo
The eyes of Texas are upon you
Don't go there, don't go there
You really shouldn't go there
It's a symbol of our state
Not a place to urinate
Don't go there, don't go there
You really shouldn't go there
You'll really piss us off if you go there
Don't go there
You really shouldn't go there
How ya like it then
If we piss upon Big Ben?
Don't go there, don't go there
You really shouldn't go there
You'll really piss us off if you go there
Ah, you know Sharon I got me ****
Cloths off put in the roadie's rooms
So I couldn't get out
So I just took a walk around town, you know
And **** the next thing I **** know
I had to take me a piss, you know
And there was this old wall and I thinking
What the ****, I'll **** piss on the wall
Then all of a sudden
I'm in jail, you know **** police
Got me down and ah

Now I'm drifting into Deep Water, I'm starting to care for you.
You're getting me in Deep Water, be careful what you do.
Now You want a romance, but I'm seeking love, I know I was ready when it ends
'cause I'm winding up in Deep Water, why can't we just be friends?
Now it's restless in this Deep Water, I'm off between right and wrong.
And My love is true as Deep Water, your love won't last as long.
Now Where will it lead me, and where will it end? I can't help but wish I only knew

You got to dance with who brung you, swing with who swung you,
Don't be a fickle fool,You came here with a gal, who's always been your
pal, don't leave her for the first unattached girl, it just ain't cool
You got to dance with who brung you, swing with who swung you,
Life ain't no forty-yard dash, be in it for the long run,
'cause in the long run you'll have more fun, if you dance with who brung
you to the bash
Verse 1
I had a friend from Texas, he really had some style, he sang that good
old Western Swing and drove 'em wild
Then a talent scout from Vegas said "Boy, play and sing this way"
And in one short year he was broke and in L.A.
(Chorus)
Instrumental Break (same as the and Chorus) then
verse 2
You gotta be real careful what you wish for, 'cause you just might get
the whole darn thing, Be sure what you want is something you can use-
Or you might wind up half dead, just singing the Blues
Chorus (and end with)
If you dance with who brung you to the bash---

Adios, goodbye amigos I am leaving you today
ain't nobody around this town thats gonna mis me anyway
this ol' money making taking all the time I have to play
mama hush your mouth I'm headin' south Way down texas way
Way down texas way they play good music every night
and the dance hall rings with laughter till the early morning light
when them cowboys get through pickin' theres not much thats left to say
but you can really have a goodtime honey way down texas way
(instrumental)
aah texas fiddles
(instrumental continued)
The road of life is paved with good intentions I am told
so I best be on my way now or I may not ever go
Ain't no need to be a beggin' me to stay just one more day
this ol' wild goose is cuttin' loose way down texas way
Way down texas way they play fiddle music every night
and the dance hall rings with laughter till the early morning light
when them cowboys get through pickin' theres not much thats left to say
you can really have a goodtime sugar way down texas way

If I see you tomorrow on some street in town
Pardon me if I don't say hello (hello)
I be long to an other, it wouldn't look so good
To know someone I'm not supposed to know.
CHORUS
Just walk on by, wait on the corner
I love you, but we're strangers when we meet
Just walk on by, wait on the corner
I love you, but we're strangers when we meet.
In a dimly lit corner in a place outside of town
Tonight we'll try to say goodbye again (goodbye)
But I know it's not over, I'll call tomorrow night
I can't let you go, so why pretend.

Tulsa
There's a detour sign on the road that winds
Out on the broad highway
But the place for me is the sign I see
T U L S A straight ahead
There's a railroad crossing and the bus-a rockin'
Just-a takin' me away
But I'll pass the time, till I see that sign
T U L S A straight ahead
I'm gonna settle down when I reach that city fair
I'm homeward bound and I know I'll soon be there
Where the tall corn grows and the black all flows
In old Oak, K L A
In the middle of it all I hear the call
T U L S A straight ahead
I'm gonna settle down when I reach that city fair
I'm homeward bound and I know I'll soon be there
Well, there's no use talkin', 'cause I'll get there walkin'
If there's is no other way
'Cause I read that sign on the old state line

Johnny Walker sat at a table in a bar
Minding his own affairs
Drinking his namesake over the rocks
He was drunk, too drunk to care
When a girl from the bar walked up beside him
And this is what she said
She said, a woman came by with a letter for you
And this is what the letter said
Dear John, please, Johnny, please come home
I need your love and the kids, they gotta be fed
And John, if you don't hurry back I'll be gone
Yes, that's what the letter said
The letter that Johnny Walker read
Then John, he got up from the table
Slowly, so slowly he walked outside
He was thinking of his wife and little children back at home
And how his drinking had ruined their lives
Then John, he stared off, off into that street light
And a vision filled his poor, poor heart with dread
For you see folks it was him lying drunk there in that gutter
Clutching in his little own hand, the letter that Johnny Walker read
And this is what it said
Dear John, please, Johnny, please come home
I need your love and the kids, they gotta be fed
And John, if you don't hurry back I'll be gone
Yes, that's what the letter said
The letter that Johnny Walker read
Dear John, please, Johnny, please come home
I need your love and the kids, they gotta be fed
And John, if you don't hurry back I'll be gone
Yes, that's what the letter said
The letter that Johnny Walker read
Yes, that's what the letter said
The letter that Johnny Walker read
Yes, that's what the letter said

Eight years old with a floursack cape
Tied all around his neck
He climbed up on the garage
He's figurin' what the heck
Well, he screwed up his courage up so tight
That the whole thing come unwound
He got a runnin' start and bless his heart
He's headed for the ground
Well (yes) he's one of those who knows that life
Is just a leap of faith
Spread your arms and hold your breath
And always trust your cape
Now he's all grown up with a floursack cape
Tied all around his dreams
And he's full of spit and vinegar
And he's bustin' at the seams
Well, he licked his finger and
he checked the wind
It's gonna be do or die
He wasn't scared of nothin' boys
He was pretty sure he could fly
Well (yes) he's one of those who knows that life
Is just a leap of faith
Spread your arms and hold your breath
And always trust your cape
Now he's old and gray with a floursack cape
Tied all around his head
He's still jumpin' off the garage
And will be till he's dead
All these years the people said
He was actin' like a kid
He did not know he could not fly
So he did
Well (yes) he's one of those who knows that life
Is just a leap of faith
Spread your arms and hold your breath
And always trust your cape
Well (yes) he's one of those who knows that life
Is just a leap of faith
Spread your arms and hold your breath

Let's go down to Alabama
Let's go see my dear old mama
Fryin' eggs and cookin' hammy
That's what I like 'bout the South
She's got baked ribs and candied yams
Sugar-cured Virginia hams
Basement full of those berry jams
And that's what I like about the South
Ham hocks and turnip greens
Hog jolls and butter beans
Mardi Gras down in New Orleans
That's what I like 'bout the South
Down where the trees grow tall
Where everybody says y'all
Walk on in with that Southern drawl
And that's what I like about the South
Here comes old Parson with all the news
Box back coat and button shoes
All paid up with his union dues
That's what I like 'bout the South
Did I tell you about the place called Doo-wah-diddy?
But it ain't no town and it ain't no city
It's awful small but it's mighty pretty
Doo-wah-diddy
Well, I'm not here to criticize
I'm not here to sympathize
But don't tell me them no good lies
'Cause a lyin' gal like you can devise
Every time I pass your door
You act like you don't want me no more
You just raise your head and sigh
Well I'm gonna trackin' right on by

Take me back to tulsa, Im too young to marry
Take me back to tulsa, Im too young to marry
You see that girl with the red dress on,
Some folks call her dinah
Stoled my heart away from me
Way down in louisiana
[chorus]
The big bee sucks the blossom
And the little bee makes the honey
Poor man throws the cotton
And the rich man makes the money
[chorus]
We travel all over this country wide
Playing music by the hour
Always wear this great big smile
We never do look sour
[chorus]
Would I go...
You ...
Let me off ...
And Ill walk down to greenwood

Well, I'm gonna get out my sycamore and shine up my shoes
Meet my baby and tell her the news
I bet my bundle on a swayback nag
And I came home winner with a plenty of swag
One foot, two foot slew foot drag
Swing your honey to the sugarfoot rag
Do a little jig and a zig and a zag
And listen to the fiddles as they play that sugarfoot rag
Well, I got a big jug of cinder and a bottle of wine
One's for my honey and the other is mine
Sip on the cider and sip on the wine
They both sip together and a have a good time
One foot, two foot slew foot drag
Swing your honey to the sugarfoot rag
Do a little jig and a zig and a zag
And listen to the steel guitar as they play that sugarfoot rag
I'm gonna spend all my money and a git on a jag
Swing my honey to the sugarfoot rag
Walk right up and stomp on the floor
And swing up the middle with a shoofly four
One foot, two foot slew foot drag
Swing your honey to the sugarfoot rag
Do a little jig and a zig and a zag
And listen to Jerry, he's gonna play you that sugarfoot rag
Do a little jig and a zig and a zag

Now I'm a fellow with a heart of gold
and the ways of a gentleman, I've been told
The kind of a fellow that wouldn't even harm a flea
But if me and a certain character met,
that guy that invented the cigarette
Well, I'd murder that son-of-a-gun in the first degree
Now it ain't cause that I don't smoke myself
And I don't reckon that they hinder your health
You know, I been smoking all of my life
and I ain't dead yet
But nicotine slaves are all the same
At a petting party or a poker game
Everything's got to stop while they have that cigarette
Smoke Smoke Smoke that cigarette
Puff Puff Puff and if you puff yourself to death
Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate
that you just hate to make him wait
but you've got to have another cigarette
(Give the accordion player a cigarette, would you?)
Now in a game of chance the other night
Old Dame Fortune was doing me right
You know those kings and queens
they just kept on a coming around
And I got a full and I bet it high
But my bluff didn't work on a certain guy
He just kept on raising and a laying that money down
Now he'd raise me and I'd raise him
I sweated blood, I got to sink or swim
And we finally called and then he didn't raise the bet
I said aces full pal, how about you?
He said I'll tell you in a minute or two
But right now I got to have a cigarette
Smoke Smoke Smoke that cigarette
Puff Puff Puff and if you puff yourself to death
Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate
that you just hate to make him wait
but you've got to have another cigarette
(Oh, give me a cigar. Yeah, good, thank you.)
The other night, I had a date
with the cutest little gal in all the States
A high-bred, up town, fancy little dame
Now she said she loved me and it seemed to me
that things were just like they ought to be
so hand in hand we strolled down lover's lane
She was oh so far from a chunk of ice
And our smooching party was a going real nice
So help me Hannah, I think I'd a been there yet
But I give her a kiss and a little squeeze
And she said well Ray excuse me please
But I just got to have another cigarette
Smoke Smoke Smoke that cigarette
Puff Puff Puff and if you puff yourself to death
Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate
that you just hate to make him wait
but you've got to have another cigarette
You've got to have another cigarette

We started out with good intentions. Makin’ love right there in the kitchen
You and me were getting’ along just fine, got along just fine
More than crazy ‘bout one another.
I was just a man and you were my lover
Glad that I was yours and you were mine
For awhile I could do no wrong.
You laughed at my jokes and you danced to the song
Not to bad for an Amarillo country boy. _____? country boy
I said if we could just stay together.
It could be just like this forever
Finer things in life we would enjoy
You told me you thought that I was wrong
Ya said our love wouldn’t last too long
I don’t want to leave you all alone
So should I stay or should I go back home
Am I right or Amarillo
Do I stay here with you or hit the road
Am I right or Amarillo
I love you but I can always go back home
Solo: one [A] section
Now pretty soon it was just like I figured.
Ya told me that you’d reconsidered
I could stay with you and be your man,
be your lovin’ man
Now it seems there’s a brand new problem.
Country boys learn their lessons when their taught’m
I’ve learned about as much as I can stand
Now I’m the one who thinks that I was wrong
I don’t think our love is gonna last too long
I realy realy realy hate to leave you all alone
But Texs is a callin’ me back home
Am I right or Amarillo
Do I stay here with you or hit the road
Am I right or Amarillo
I love you but I can always go back home
Now It might be as flat as a pancake.
But how much heartache can one man take
Amarillo we’ve been too long apart,
been too long apart
There’s no need for me to keep on talkin’. If I’m a goin’ I’d better start walkin’

One night farmer Brown was taking the air,
Locked up the barnyard with the greatest of care.
Into the henhouse something stirred
When he hollered: "Who's there?"
This is what he heard:
There ain't nobody here but us chickens.
There ain't nobody here at all.
So quiet yourself , stop all that fuss.
There ain't nobody here but us.
Hey, kindly point that gun, the other way,
And hobble, hobble, hobble till the break of day.
'Cause there ain't nobody here but us chickens.
Sure way, no-one at all.
An' you stompin' around, and a-shakin' the ground,
Well, you're kickin' up an awful dust.
We chickens tryin' to sleep and you butt in.
And hobble, hobble, hobble, hobble, it's a sin.
'Cause tomorrow is a busy day.
We got things to do, we got eggs to lay.
We got ground to dig and worms to scratch.
It takes a lot of sittin', gettin' chicks to hatch.
There ain't nobody here but us chickens.
Sure way, nobody at all.
So quiet yourself, enough of that fuss,
There ain't nobody, nobdoy, nobody but us
Kindly point the gun the other way
And hobble, hobble, hobble till the break of day.
Instrumental break.
Tomorrow is a busy day.
We got things to do, we got eggs to lay.
We got ground to dig and worms to scratch.
It takes a lot of sittin', gettin' chicks to hatch.
So quiet yourself, enough of that fuss,
There ain't nobody, nobdoy, nobody but us
Kindly point the gun the other way
And hobble, hobble, hobble till the break of day.
"Hey, hey boss man, what do you say?"
"It's easy, pickin's.

If you ever
Plan to motor west
Travel my way Take my way
the highway that's the best
Get your kicks on Route 66
It winds from Chicago to LA
More than two thousand miles all the way
Get your kicks on Route 66
Now you go through St. Louie
Joplin, Missouri
Oklahoma City looks mighty pretty
You'll see Amarillo
Gallup, New Mexico
Flagstaff Arizona
Don't forget Winona
Kingman, Barstow, San Bernadino
Won't you get your tip to this timely tip
When you make that California trip
Get your kicks on Route six six
Now you go through St. Louie
Joplin, Missouri
Ok City looks mighty pretty
Now you'll see Amarillo
Gallup, New Mexico
Flagstaff Arizona
Don't forget Winona
Kingman, Barstow, San Bernadino
Won't you get hip to this timely tip
When you make that California trip
Get your kicks on Route 66
Get your kicks on Route six six

If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eye Joe
I'd been married long time ago
Where did you come from where did you go
Where did you come from Cotton-Eye Joe
If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eye Joe
I'd been married long time ago
Where did you come from where did you go
Where did you come from Cotton-Eye Joe
If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eye Joe
I'd been married long time ago
Where did you come from where did you go
Where did you come from Cotton-Eye Joe
If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eye Joe
I'd been married long time ago
Where did you come from where did you go
Where did you come from Cotton-Eye Joe
If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eye Joe
I'd been married long time ago
Where did you come from where did you go
Where did you come from Cotton-Eye Joe
If It hadn't Been For Cotton Eyed Joe
I'd Been Married a long Time Ago
Where did you come from where did you go
Where did you come from Cotton-Eye Joe
He brought a disaster wherever he went
The hearts of the girls were to hell, broken sent.
They all ran away so nobody would know
and left only men 'cause of Cotton-Eye Joe
(Yee-Haw)
If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eye Joe
I'd been married long time ago
Where did you come from where did you go
where did you come from Cotton-eye Joe
If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eye Joe
I'd been married long time ago
Where did you come from where did you go
Where did you come from Cotton-Eye Joe
If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eye Joe
I'd been married long time ago
Where did you come from where did you go
Where did you come from Cotton-Eye Joe
He brought disaster wherever he went
The hearts of the girls were to hell, broken sent.
They all ran away so nobody would know
and left only men 'cause of Cotton-Eye Joe
If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eye Joe
I'd been married long time ago
Where did you come from where did you go
Where did you come from Cotton-Eye Joe
If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eye Joe
I'd been married long time ago
Where did you come from where did you go
Where did you come from Cotton-Eye Joe
If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eye Joe
I'd been married long time ago
Where did you come from where did you go
Where did you come from Cotton-Eye Joe
If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eye Joe
I'd been married long time ago
Where did you come from where did you go
Where did you come from Cotton-Eye Joe
If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eye Joe
I'd been married long time ago
Where did you come from where did you go

One night when the moon was bright on a moonlit plain
That is where I met my little Cherokee maid
Memories of our night of love still linger yet
And I know I never will forget
My little Cherokee maiden, I love you so
Even thought we're far apart
I know I'll never be tradin' my love for her
For anybody else's heart
Someday day I'll take a trip back to the Cherokee strip
And I'll carry her away with me and
Straight as the arrow flies we'll ride to paradise
My sweet little chickadee, my little Cherokee maiden and me
One night when the moon was bright on a moonlit plain
That is where I met my little Cherokee maid
Memories of our night of love still linger yet
And I know I never will forget
My little Cherokee maiden, I love you so
Even thought we're far apart
I know I'll never be tradin' my love for her
For anybody else's heart
Someday day I'll take a trip back to the Cherokee strip
And I'll carry her away with me and
Straight as the arrow flies we'll ride to paradise

OH, CHEROKEE CHIEF AS HE DANCES ALONG,
HE SINGS AN INDIAN BOOGIE
TO A WHITE MAN`S SONG,
SAYIN`, `EH-OH-ALEENA`,
SAYIN`, `EH-OH-ALEENA`,
SAYIN`, `EH-OH-ALEENA,
OH NO NA-WICH-EE-NA-EH`.
WELL, HE DANCES OVER HERE
AND HE DANCES OVER THERE,
AND HE`S DANCIN` WITH A SQUAW CALLED STANDIN` BEAR,
SAYIN`, `EH-OH-ALEENA`,
SAYIN`, `EH-OH-ALEENA`,
SAYIN`, `EH-OH-ALEENA,
OH NO NA-WICH-EE-NA-EH`.
WELL, HE DANCES IN A TROT
AND HE DANCES IN A WALK,
BUT HE KEEPS ON SHAKIN` HIS OLD TOMMYHAWK,
SAYIN`, `EH-OH-ALEENA`,
SAYIN`, `EH-OH-ALEENA`,
SAYIN`, `EH-OH-ALEENA,
OH NO NA-WICH-EE-NA-EH`.
NOW, HE SINGS A LITTLE SOFT
AND HE SINGS A LITTLE LOUD,
AND HIS TOM-TOM BEATS,
`OH, CHIEF BLUE CLOUD`,
SAYIN`, `EH-OH-ALEENA`,
SAYIN`, `EH-OH-ALEENA`,
SAYIN`, `EH-OH-ALEENA,
OH NO NA-WICH-EE-NA-EH`.
HE`S A CHEROKEE CHIEF AS YOU ALL MIGHT KNOW,
WHEN HE SINGS HIS BOOGIE,
SAYIN`, `NA-WAN-YO`,
SAYIN`, `EH-OH-ALEENA`,
SAYIN`, `EH-OH-ALEENA`,
SAYIN`, `EH-OH-ALEENA,

Pardon me boy is that the chattanooga choo choo
All aboard track twenty nine can you give me a shine
Can you afford to board the chattanooga choo choo
I've got my fare and just a trifle to spare
You leave the pennsylvania station bout a quarter to four
You read a magazine and then you're in baltimore
Dinner in the diner nothin' could be finer
Than to have your ham and eggs in carolina
When you hear the whistle blowin' eight to the bar
Then you know that tennessee is not very far
Shovell all the coal in gotta keep a rollin'
Ooh ooh chattanooga there you are
There's gonna be a certain party in the station
Satin and lace i used to call funny face
She's gonna cry when i tell her that i'll never roam
So chattanooga choo choo won't you choo choo me home
All aboard you afford
Chattanooga choo choo won't you choo choo me home
You leave the pennsylvania station bout a quarter to four...

Been gone - so long, I can’t wait to get back home
Home to the Lone Star State, another day I just can’t wait
Look out boys, I’m headed your way
I got a mind that wanders and a ’57 Chevrolet
Hold on tight, I got a license to fly
With the pedal to the metal watch me roll on by
While I boogie back to Texas
Boogie back to Texas
Boogie back to Texas
Boogie back to Texas
We’re gonna boogie back to Texas, eight beats to the mile
Rollin’ out-a New York, Philadelphia P A
Pittsburg wheelin’, West Virginia all the way
Rollin through Ohio, gonna make it to Kentucky
Gonna make it by the mornin’ If I’m fast an’ if I’m lucky
Hold on tight, I’m a homeward bound
Gonna boogie back to Austin, back to my hometown
Boogie back to Texas
Boogie back to Texas
Boogie back to Texas
Boogie back to Texas
We’re gonna boogie back to Texas, eight beats to the mile
Well I finally see the state line staring at me
Oklahoma city’s just a m-m-m-m-memory
Forth Worth, Dallas, I roll on by
Waco Texas less than 50 miles
Clear the roads, I’m a-headin’ that way
Gonna boogie back to Texas ‘cross the U S of A
Boogie back to Texas
Boogie back to Texas
Boogie back to Texas
Boogie back to Texas
We’re gonna boogie back to Texas, eight beats to the mile

Time to resign from the human race
Wipe those tears from your lovely face
Baby, wave to the man in the ol’ red caboose
Before all hell breaks loose.
Before you go I wish you’d come
Before you leave wish you’d love me some.
I’ll give you all of the dreams you can use
Before all hell breaks loose.
All right!
Now I know what the gypsy meant
When he told me I’d never be President.
He said, “Adopt a Korean, kill you a moose
Before all hell breaks loose. ”
You poked fun at my cowboy shoes,
You said they looked just like big canoes.
Now it’s time for the chosen ones to choose
Before all hell breaks loose.
Turn out the lights, honey, turn on the news
God save the Queen and the kangaroos
And what kind of rubbers did Joseph use
Before all hell broke loose.
Time to resign from the human race,
Wipe those tears from your lovely face.
Baby, wave to the man in the ol’ red caboose
Before all hell breaks loose.

In a little honky-tonky village in Texas
There's a guy who plays the best piano by far
He can play piano any way that you like it
But the way he likes to play is eight to the bar
When he plays, it's a ball
He's the daddy of them all
The people gather around when he gets on the stand
Then when he plays, he gets a hand
The rhythm he beats puts the cats in a trance
Nobody there bothers to dance
But when he plays with the bass and guitar
They holler out, "Beat me Daddy, eight to the bar"
A-plink, a-plank, a-plink plank, plink plank
A-plunkin' on the keys
A-riff, a-raff, a-riff raff, riff raff
A-riffin' out with ease
And when he plays with the bass and guitar

The first duty of man
Is to collect as many things as he can
Nothing should stand in his way
This should be his sole pursuit
Time-wasting is a crime
And history is just a noise
For God is void
Falling asleep at the wheel
Falling asleep at the wheel
Who'll stand up and fight
An enemy we cannot touch?
For it's somewhere in the air
And just by breathing you're taking part
Time-wasting's my crime
And history must have a use
For God's not void
Who'll stand up and fight
An enemy we cannot touch?
Can I ask why?

Bloodhounds shall cruise rendevous
Break curfew new trip ensues
You never know Bloodhounds just go
Pack backpack up for down the road
No change of clothes but change for tolls
pack of No-Doz Rolos and Skoal
Old Milwaukee Jolt black coffee
Sugar Daddy Rand McNally
A pack of jacks those orange Tic-Tacs
Glen Miller tracks roll of Kodak
The phantom black stacked Pontiac
Hot rod dual quads and in the back
Is the beat keeper big ass speaker
Jumbo woofer rattle tweeter
Dial is turned and there it's stayin'
The next day where Stern is playin'
You got your Jesus on the dashboard but the devil's under my hood
You're taking it down legal I'm pullin' it up to no good
God is your co-pilot I let Satan ride shotgun
You pay a toll to get to heaven but on the road to hell there's none
Get up you're asleep at the wheel
I-95 eight lanes wide
Midnight drive take a ride
Alongside east coast tide
Getting high so am I
Bloodshot red eyes from the fumes
I consume engine zoom then engine boom
Then engine glow erupt and blow
And overflow like volcano
So far to go can't turn back though
Cheap tobacco cup of black Joe
Fuelin' my body jumpstartin' my soul
Set my mind on cruise control
You got your Jesus on the dashboard but the devil's under my hood
You're taking it down legal I'm pullin' it up to no good
God is your co-pilot I let Satan ride shotgun
You pay a toll to get to heaven but on the road to hell there's none
Get up you're asleep at the wheel
24-7 Truck Stop Plaza
Turn off headlights turn on hazards
3 A.M. is when I gazed
Eyes glazed I'm dazed and then I fade
To black now were back
'On The Road' like Kerouac
Down the turnpike high rate of speed
Up all night like Gilbert Gottfried
You got your Jesus on the dashboard but the devil's under my hood
You're taking it down legal I'm pullin' it up to no good
God is your co-pilot I let Satan ride shotgun
You pay a toll to get to heaven but on the road to hell there's none
Get up you're asleep at the wheel

Let me be
I don't wanna see
It ain't my concern
Just let it all burn
Wickedness and gadgetry cover the truth
While government drugs dumb down the youth
The rat race rolls and tightens the noose
As freedoms are taken by force and abuse
(Chorus)
Enter the new day
Show me the new way
How can we feel?
We're asleep at the wheel
Deceivers
Believers
When we open our eyes
It'll be their demise
Trials and tribulations
You still haven't won
You live to die when you die you're done
Madmen decepticons at the controls
Bringing us down they're taking our souls
(Chorus)
These motherfuckers are taking away our freedom, our
liberties, our families
Everything we ever worked for
As they sit there with their fingers on the buttons
Ready to annihilate all of mankind
Just to build their evil empire
So you better wake up, fight back, revolt
Because the end of our civilization is upon us
Are you ready to die?
Wake up its genocide
Stop their plan
Take a stand
Just show them the way