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Thirty miles from Talladega back in the spring of ‘84
Momma raised us by the Good Book and kept a 12 gauge by the door
People said that she was crazy, livin’ out there on the farm
Had a spit cup on the dashboard and Bear Bryant tattooed on her arm.

(Chorus 1)
That’s just country like the dogwoods and the pine trees growin’ wild
Like a red dirt on a little barefoot child, it’s kinda funny

Struck out this morning flying down the 501
Heading out of Horry County, in the Carolina sun
Got some Marlboro’s on the dashboard and a gearshift in my hand
I live a life most folks can’t understand
Well, eight miles past the state line there’s a speed trap on the side
They ain’t got a thing to do but gripe about how fast I drive
Been listening to some D.J. as I feel them big wheels wind
And, I hope he plays Buck Owens one more time.

Well, I come from the South, I’m a rolling stone
The woods of Alabama is where I call my home
I’m a country boy and I don’t belong
Among the bright lights of L. A.
Got a pick-up truck with a straight pipe sound
Come Friday night, I ride through town
Got the radio up and windows rolled down
All the women they look my way.

I’ve got an American flag out on my front lawn
A ’97 Chevy decked out in chrome
And my girl sittin’ with a short skirt on the porch swing
Them kids of mine a playin’ and a runnin’ around
With an ice cream sandwich and blue tick hound
And the East Georgia sun is slowly coming down on me
And if the rain pours down tomorrow
Don’t you know that will be alright, yeah.

Sitting on the dock down in Mobile
Watching the tide roll in
Shrimp boats come beneath the setting sun
God, I wonder where all they’ve been
Spent 10 years in a factory
Now, I ain’t shaved in days
Been thinking a lot about the life I’ve got
Well, I might just change my ways.

Ol' Billy T. Walker was a curios man
And everybody knew it was so
Lived way down cross the Choctaw River
Where decent folks don't go
Well he didn't go to town and he didn't go to church
And he didn't do anything
But he'd pull out the fiddle when the sun'd go down
And he'd begin to sing.

Well I’ve spent a little time up in Chicago
And that cold north wind, well it just ain’t made for me
Well the bright lights always shine, between the traffic and the crime
Makes me wish I was in the hills back in Tennessee.

Yeah, I’ve been known to hang out some in Pittsburg
But a boy like me, well, he just can’t stay for long
I’d rather ride my Harley bike and camp out every night

Well, I was born on Cheaha Mountain
On a cold November day
Out past the creek where the land’s so steep
And the snakes and the bobcats stay
Where the snakes and the bobcats stay.

Now my daddy made corn liquor
And the town folk knew him well

Came in last night about a half past three
No one was waitin’ up and there to love on me
I sat down on the couch and I turned the t.v. on
Watched Andy Griffith and I cried ‘til the break of dawn.

(Chorus)
I’m gettin’ by alright, I’m doin’ well
Things are lookin’ up, as far as I can tell

He grew up in the hollow, barefoot and running free
Gave four years to his country, at the age of 23
He came back from the army, a little wiser than before
Guess, he learned to love life, a little more
Bought himself a farmhouse, and a little piece of land
Traded in that ole gray mule, for my grandma’s wedding band
He raised up a family, the best that he knew how
With calloused hands, he’d walk behind the plow.

I walked alone on some old highway
Tryin’ hard to bum a ride
When a grey haired man, pulled up beside me
Grinned at me, as I climbed inside
He said son, where are you going
Now won’t you tell me, just where you’re from
I said I’m broke and awful lonely
And I feel I can’t go on.

Back in the country out passed the county line
Banjo pickin’ just sippin’ on that moonshine
Coon huntin’ and late nights, four-wheeling
Fast lovin’ in Trans Am with tires squealing.

I never cared too much for the big towns
I like them county fairs and summer hoedowns
In them hills back home is where the party’s jumpin’

All week long I’ve been working at the factory
Think it’s ‘bout time that I got set free
There’s a little girl working down at the pool hall
All week long she’s been waiting on me
I’m sick and tired of this stiff blue collar
I’m fed up with the boss man, too
I’ve come down with the Friday fever
There’s only one thing that will do.

Well, I was under the impression everything was going just fine
Lookin’ back I’d say that it was great
‘Til she packed up all her bags and she loaded that ole truck
And she tore out down that interstate
So I called up her Momma on the phone that night
And explained the situation I was in
She said, “You might as well forget it, what’s done is done
And she won’t be coming back again”.

Into

Well, I know a girl way down in Louisiana
Lives on the river where the catfish bite
She goes ridin' out in a Pero
Huntin' alligator on a Louisiana night.

Lips are as warm as a bottle full of hot sauce

Hey Miss Amelia from down in Amarillo
All the truckers say that woman she’s a sight
And if this rig don’t let me down, I’ll be ridin’ into
town
And seein’ Miss Amelia there tonight.

(Chorus)
I don’t care how many miles I got to ride

Late at night I listen as it rolls on down the line
The sound of that old mountain train I’ve heard 1,000 times
Well, its whistle’s like a dagger cuttin’ through that summer breeze
And its engine’s like the voice of God that brings me to my knees
Well, I used to sit and watch it as it headed down the track
I’d wonder what it’s haulin’ and when it’s comin’ back
Livin’ in them backwoods, nearly every day’s the same
And there ain’t much to see, except that danged ol’ mountain train.

Well, we ride into town in a beat up van
Got our name on the side like a rock n’ roll band
Staring out a cracked windshield with one headlight
Got our guitars tuned and we’re rearing to go
Down to Larson City for a three hour show
Well, if we ain’t half bad, I know they’re gonna treat us right
Now, whatever made me want to live like this
Got to get stoned just to get my fix

I hardly ever talk about you
Seldom do you cross my mind
When people ask me, how I’m holding up
Well, I just smile and say I’m fine
It’s not too often I get lonely
Got more friends than I can count
Well, I’m the life of every party
Seems like I’m always going out.

Well I was born out past the railroad track
Struck out one evening and I ain’t been back
This ol’ highway has been my home
Lord knows I got a ramblin’ bone.

People tell me I’m a different breed
‘Cause this old guitar is all I need
I leave ‘em cryin’ with a sad old song

(Chorus)
Baby, what’d you say, we hit a two lane blacktop
And take it down a country road
(Chorus)
Baby, what’d you say, we hit a two lane blacktop
And take it down a country road
It’s a real good day to go out for a ride
And, maybe listen to the radio

Well, a stranger came to Shady Town
‘Bout the time the sun was coming down
With a 45 hung on his waist
And a knife in his boot there just in case, just in case
Well he stepped inside them swingin’ doors
And he strolled across the hardwood floor
He drank himself some whisky down
Said where’s my girl from Shady Town, Shady Town.

Well, I drove home from work this evening
The same way I always do
And, on the street there by the motel
Well, I was shocked when I saw you
I felt my heart as it was breaking
I saw you were not alone
And any chance we had together
Well, I knew that it was gone.

That full moon is shining bright
Sure looks like the perfect night
To throw a saddle on that ol’ mare
And ride down to the creek
You can put them blue jeans on
And I’ll sing you a country song
‘Bout a heart that’s always true
And a love so deep

Lately I’ve been feeling awful restless
Guess you can see it in my eyes
And you’ve been giving me the feeling
I guess it’s high time I said goodbye
Now, there ain’t no need to worry
I didn’t come in here to fight
But, I can’t take this any longer
I’m leaving teardrops and tail lights here tonight.

You say you never had a man who drove a pick-up truck
And talked with a smooth Southern drawl
And you never seen a blue gill half as big
As the one on my living room wall
I ain’t no Ivy League prep school boy
My ol’ man ain’t too rich
Well, I come down from the country, girl
Raised out in the sticks.

She left me standing on the front steps
Thinking about the angry words she said
And some how I wound up in this bar room
With memories still running through my head
Well, there’s a juke box in the corner, where I’m standing
There’s a lot of songs that sound the way I feel
But the kind of pain that’s in my heart, just can’t be beat with a steel guitar
It’s the kind of pain Merle Haggard just can’t kill.

When I meet Jesus, man I wonder what I’ll say
Will I be forgivin’, when it comes my Judgment Day
Will there be angels, dressed in robes of white
Will they take me onto Heaven, to start up my new life
When I meet Jesus.

Will He remind me of my struggles and the way I spent my days
Every rotten thing I ever did and all the hell I raised

Well he was barely old enough at the liquor store
But they gave him a gun and they sent him to war
Never really said what he was fightin’ for
As he headed out to Vietnam
So he wrote out a letter and he sent right it back home
Said I’m coming back soon girl it won’t be long
I may be right and I may be wrong
But I hope you’ll understand.