Well, the house is a rockin', don't bother knockin'
Yeah, the house is a rockin', don't bother knockin'
If the house is a rockin', don't bother, come on in

Kick off your shoes start losin' the blues
This old house ain't got nothin' to lose
Seen it all for years, start spreadin' the news
We got room on the floor, come on baby shake sumpin' loose

You know, news of you has come down the line
Even before ya came in the door
They say in your father’s house, there’s many mansions
Each one of them got a fireproof floor
Snap out of it, baby, people are jealous of you
They smile to your face, but behind your back they hiss
What’s a sweetheart like you doin’ in a dump like this?

Well this job I've got is just a little too hard,
Running out of money. Lord I need more pay,
Gonna wake in the morning Lord, gonna pack my bags,
I'm gonna beat it on DOWN THE LINE

yeah heard the diesel drumming all down the line
oh heard the wires a humming all down the line
yeah hear the women sighing all down the line
oh hear the children crying all down the line

Where the veterans dream of the fight
Fast asleep at the traffic light
And the CHILDREN solemnly wait
For the ice cream vendor

After a near miss on the plane
You swear you'll never fly again
After the first kiss when you make up
You swear you'll never break up again
And when you've just run a red LIGHT
Sit shaking under the street light
You swear to yourself you'll never drink and drive again
Sometimes I feel like going home
You swear you'll never let things go by again.
Sometimes I miss the rain and snow
And you'll never toe the party line again
And when the east wind blows
Sometimes I feel like going home

[Jim:] Billy, if you are listening, please call.

Now the WIND don't have to hurry
Blowing cross my bones, rolling out the pastures
Smoothin' and out the stones
There's fire on the mountain, dark angels in the trees
The wind don't have to hurry
They're taking what they please

Took my family away from my Carolina home
Had dreams about the West and started to roam
Six long months on a dust covered trail
They say heaven's at the end but so far it's been hell
And there's fire on the mountain , lightnin' in the air
Gold in them hills and it's waitin' for me there

[Edited on 5/6/2015 by stormyrider]

Well the sun comes up and you stare your cup of coffee
Right through the kitchen floor
You feel like HELL so you might as well get out and sell
Your smart ass door to door,
And the Mrs. wears her robe slightly undone
As your daughter dumps her oatmeal on your son
And you keep it hid.............. just like your dad did

There's a cold wind blowin'
Leaves tremblin' on the trees
Don't you know that that good girl
Ya she's leaving me
You better come on
Into my kitchen

There is unrest in the forest
There is trouble with the trees
For the maples want more sunlight
And the oaks ignore their pleas

Someday baby
Ain't gonnatrouble poor me
Anymore

Well I lay my head on the railroad track
Waiting on the Double E
But the train don't run by here no more
Poor poor pitiful me

That rich guy you've been seein'
Must have put you down
So welcome back baby
To the poor side of town

Born a POOR young country boy
mother natures son
all day long I'm sitting singing songs for everyone

Rooster hits the washboard and people just got to smile
Blinky thumps the gut bass and solos for a while
Poor Boy twangs the rhythm out, on his Kalamazoo
And Willy goes into a dance, doubles on kazoo

Down on the corner
Out in the street
Willy and the Poor Boys are playin'
Bring a nickel, tap your feet

[Edited on 5/6/2015 by fanfrom-71]

Yeah, she could drag me
over the rainbow,
send me away
Down by the river
I shot my baby
Down by the river,
Dead, oh, shot her dead.

Picture yourself in a boat on a RIVER
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes

and I do love you my oh my
RIVER deep mountain high
and if I lost you I would cry
oh how I love you

I'm going down to the Dew Drop Inn
See if I can drink enough
There ain't much to country living
Sweat, piss, jizz and blood

"Sweet home Alabama"
Play that dead band's song
Turn those speakers up full blast
Play it all night long

PLAY me a song Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe
I got your drinking money, tune up your dobro
People say you're useless but them people all are fools
'Cause Curtis Lowe is the finest picker to ever play the blues

Too many PEOPLE preaching practices
Don't let 'em tell you what you wanna be
Too many people holding back
This is crazy, and baby, it's not like me

too many PEOPLE going underground
too many people reaching for a piece of cake
too many people pulled and pushed around
too many waiting for that lucky break

He had white horses
And ladies by the score
All dressed in satin
And waiting by the door
Ooh, what a LUCKY man he was

I read the news today oh boy
about a LUCKY man who made the grade
and though the news was rather sad
Well I just had to laugh
I saw the photograph

Well, the girl I love, I stole her from a friend
He got LUCKY stole her back again
She heard he had a Mercury, Lord she's crazy 'bout a Mercury
I'm gonna buy me a Mercury and cruise it up and down the road

Oh Lord
Won't you BUY ME
a Mercedes Benz
My friends all drive Porsches, I must make amends
Worked hard all my lifetime, no help from my friends
So Lord
Won't you buy my
a Mercedes Benz

And clouds, clouds change the scene
Rain starts washing all these cautions
Right into your life, MAKE you realize
Just what is true, what else can I do
Just follow the rule, Keep your eyes on the road that's ahead of you

There you go man, keep as cool as you can.
Face piles and piles of trials with smiles.
It riles them to believe that you perceive the web they weave
Keep on thinking free.

And I learned not to say much of nothing
And I figured you already know
But in case you don't or maybe forgot
I'll lay it out real nice and slow

Don't call what you're wearing an outfit
Don't ever say your car is broke
Don't worry about losing your accent
Cause a Southern Man tells better jokes