Country n' Western
Country music is all about the rural, cowboy image. Boots, jeans, hat, guitar, beer... it's all important. And it is casual relaxed... very relaxed! I would say it is laid-back in a very Southern way. Country folk aren't afraid of being dirty--and sometimes crass. There is a lot of humor in country music. Tennessee and Texas are particularly known for their country music roots. Tennessee is the country music capital of the world. The style has declined in popularity in most of the US due to poor writing, pop-styled artists, and changing musical tastes. Some of the classics, however, are still very much worth a listen. So sit down, have a nice beer (No, wait, don't. You're minors. Don't drink beer.), and enjoy some good ol' cowboy music.
Willie Nelson - "On the Road Again"
On the road again Like a band of gypsies we go down the highway We're the best of friends Insisting that the world keep turning our way And our way is on the road again. Just can't wait to get on the road again. The life I love is makin' music with my friends And I can't wait to get on the road again. And I can't wait to get on the road again. |
On the road again -
Just can't wait to get on the road again. The life I love is making music with my friends And I can't wait to get on the road again. On the road again Goin' places that I've never been. Seein' things that I may never see again And I can't wait to get on the road again. On the road again - Like a band of gypsies we go down the highway We're the best of friends. Insisting that the world keep turning our way And our way is on the road again. Just can't wait to get on the road again. The life I love is makin' music with my friends And I can't wait to get on the road again. <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< |
The Charlie Daniels Band - "The Devil Went Down to Georgia"
The devil went down to Georgia, he was looking for a soul to steal.
He was in a bind 'cos he was way behind and he was willin' to make a deal. When he came across this young man sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot. And the devil jumped upon a hickory stump and said: "Boy let me tell you what: "I guess you didn't know it, but I'm a fiddle player too. "And if you'd care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you. "Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy, but give the devil his due: "I bet a fiddle of gold against your soul, 'cos I think I'm better than you." The boy said: "My name's Johnny and it might be a sin, "But I'll take your bet, your gonna regret, 'cos I'm the best that's ever been." Johnny you rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard. 'Cos hells broke loose in Georgia and the devil deals the cards. And if you win you get this shiny fiddle made of gold. But if you lose, the devil gets your soul. The devil opened up his case and he said: "I'll start this show." And fire flew from his fingertips as he rosined up his bow. And he pulled the bow across his strings and it made an evil hiss. Then a band of demons joined in and it sounded something like this. When the devil finished, Johnny said: "Well you're pretty good ol' son. "But sit down in that chair, right there, and let me show you how its done." Fire on the mountain, run boys, run. The devil's in the house of the risin' sun. Chicken in the bread pan, pickin' out dough. "Granny, does your dog bite?" "No, child, no." >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> |
The devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat. He laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Johnny's feet. Johnny said: "Devil just come on back if you ever want to try again. "cause I told you once, you son of a gun, I'm the best there's ever been." And he played fire on the mountain, run boys, run. The devil's in the house of the risin' sun. Chicken in the bread pan, now they're pickin' out dough. "Granny, will your dog bite?" "No, child, no." |
Lynyrd Skynyrd - "Sweet Home Alabama"
Now Muscle Shoals has got the swampers
And they've been known to pick a song or two (Yes, they do!) Lord, they get me off so much They pick me up when I'm feeling blue, now how about you? Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Sweet home Alabama Lord, I'm coming home to you Sweet home Alabama, oh, sweet home baby Where the skies are so blue and the governor's true Sweet home Alabama, Lordy Lord, I'm coming home to you, yeah yeah Montgomery's got the answer |
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Turn it up Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the Southland I miss Alabama once again And I think it's a sin, yes Well, I heard Mr. Young sing about her Well, I heard ol' Neil put her down Well, I hope Neil Young will remember A Southern man don't need him around anyhow Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Sweet home Alabama Lord, I'm coming home to you In Birmingham they love the governor, boo boo boo Now we all did what we could do Now Watergate does not bother me Does your conscience bother you? Tell the truth Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Sweet home Alabama Lord, I'm coming home to you Here I come, Alabama Ah ah ah Alabama, ah ah ah Alabama, ah ah ah Alabama, ah ah ah Alabama <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< |
"Free Bird"
This song is something of a legend in the US. No matter what concert you might go to, there will always be one drunk guy who yells to the band, "PLAY FREE BIRD!"
Ohohohohohhhhh
And the bird you cannot change And this bird you cannot change Lord knows I can't change Lord help me I can't change Lord I can't change, Won't you fly high, Free Bird, yeah |
If I leave here tomorrow
Would you still remember me For I must be traveling on now 'Cause there's too many places I've got to see But if I stayed here with you, girl, Things just couldn't be the same 'Cause I'm as free as a bird now And this bird you cannot change Ohohohohohhhhh And the bird you cannot change And this bird you cannot change Lord knows I can’t change Bye bye, baby, it's been a sweet love, yeah, yeah Though this feeling I can't change But please don't take it so badly 'Cause Lord knows I'm to blame But if I stay here with you, girl Things just couldn't be the same Cause I'm as free as a bird now And this bird you never change <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< |
Arlo Guthrie - "Alice's Restaurant" (it's a long one!)
Arlo Guthrie is the son of folk music legend Woody Guthrie, who wrote "This Land is Your Land, This Land is my Land," a canonical American song that protests inequality. This very long story and song is another folk protest song, in this case, against the draft during the Vietnam War. During the 1960's, there were many Americans who felt that it was wrong for the American military to get involved in Vietnam. The government, however, mandated the draft. This means, if the government picked your name, you had to go and fight in Vietnam. Arlo thinks we should all just take it easy.
This song is called Alice's Restaurant, and it's about Alice, and the restaurant, but Alice's Restaurant is not the name of the restaurant, that's just the name of the song, and that's why I called the song Alice's Restaurant.
You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant Walk right in it's around the back Just a half a mile from the railroad track You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant Now it all started two Thanksgivings ago, was on - two years ago on Thanksgiving, when my friend and I went up to visit Alice at the restaurant, but Alice doesn't live in the restaurant, she lives in the church nearby the restaurant, in the bell-tower, with her husband Ray and Fasha the dog. And livin' in the bell tower like that, they got a lot of room downstairs where the pews used to be in. Havin' all that room, seein' as how they took out all the pews, they decided that they didn't have to take out their garbage for a long time. We got up there, we found all the garbage in there, and we decided it'd be a friendly gesture for us to take the garbage down to the city dump. So we took the half a ton of garbage, put it in the back of a red VW microbus, took shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed on toward the city dump. Well we got there and there was a big sign and a chain across across the dump saying, "Closed on Thanksgiving." And we had never heard of a dump closed on Thanksgiving before, and with tears in our eyes we drove off into the sunset looking for another place to put the garbage. We didn't find one. Until we came to a side road, and off the side of the side road there was another fifteen foot cliff and at the bottom of the cliff there was another pile of garbage. And we decided that one big pile is better than two little piles, and rather than bring that one up we decided to throw our's down. That's what we did, and drove back to the church, had a thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat, went to sleep and didn't get up until the next morning, when we got a phone call from officer Obie. He said, "Kid, we found your name on an envelope at the bottom of a half a ton of garbage, and just wanted to know if you had any information about it." And I said, "Yes, sir, Officer Obie, I cannot tell a lie, I put that envelope under that garbage." After speaking to Obie for about fourty-five minutes on the telephone we finally arrived at the truth of the matter and said that we had to go down and pick up the garbage, and also had to go down and speak to him at the police officer's station. So we got in the red VW microbus with the shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed on toward the police officer's station. Now friends, there was only one or two things that Obie coulda done at the police station, and the first was he could have given us a medal for being so brave and honest on the telephone, which wasn't very likely, and we didn't expect it, and the other thing was he could have bawled us out and told us never to be see driving garbage around the vicinity again, which is what we expected, but when we got to the police officer's station there was a third possibility that we hadn't even counted upon, and we was both immediately arrested. Handcuffed. And I said "Obie, I don't think I can pick up the garbage with these handcuffs on." He said, "Shut up, kid. Get in the back of the patrol car." And that's what we did, sat in the back of the patrol car and drove to the quote Scene of the Crime unquote. I want tell you about the town of Stockbridge, Massachusets, where this happened here, they got three stop signs, two police officers, and one police car, but when we got to the Scene of the Crime there was five police officers and three police cars, being the biggest crime of the last fifty years, and everybody wanted to get in the newspaper story about it. And they was using up all kinds of cop equipment that they had hanging around the police officer's station. They was taking plaster tire tracks, foot prints, dog smelling prints, and they took twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy photographs with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explaining what each one was to be used as evidence against us. Took pictures of the approach, the getaway, the northwest corner the southwest corner and that's not to mention the aerial photography. After the ordeal, we went back to the jail. Obie said he was going to put us in the cell. Said, "Kid, I'm going to put you in the cell, I want your wallet and your belt." And I said, "Obie, I can understand you wanting my wallet so I don't have any money to spend in the cell, but what do you want my belt for?" And he said, "Kid, we don't want any hangings." I said, "Obie, did you think I was going to hang myself for littering?" Obie said he was making sure, and friends Obie was, cause he took out the toilet seat so I couldn't hit myself over the head and drown, and he took out the toilet paper so I couldn't bend the bars roll out the - roll the toilet paper out the window, slide down the roll and have an escape. Obie was making sure, and it was about four or five hours later that Alice (remember Alice? It's a song about Alice), Alice came by and with a few nasty words to Obie on the side, bailed us out of jail, and we went back to the church, had a another thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat, and didn't get up until the next morning, when we all had to go to court. We walked in, sat down, Obie came in with the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one, sat down. Man came in said, "All rise." We all stood up, and Obie stood up with the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures, and the judge walked in sat down with a seeing eye dog, and he sat down, we sat down. Obie looked at the seeing eye dog, and then at the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one, and looked at the seeing eye dog. And then at twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one and began to cry, 'cause Obie came to the realization that it was a typical case of American blind justice, and there wasn't nothing he could do about it, and the judge wasn't going to look at the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with the circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explaining what each one was to be used as evidence against us. And we was fined $50 and had to pick up the garbage in the snow, but thats not what I came to tell you about. Came to talk about the draft. They got a building down New York City, it's called Whitehall Street, where you walk in, you get injected, inspected, detected, infected, neglected and selected. I went down to get my physical examination one day, and I walked in, I sat down, got good and drunk the night before, so I looked and felt my best when I went in that morning. `Cause I wanted to look like the all-American kid from New York City, man I wanted, I wanted to feel like the all-, I wanted to be the all American kid from New York, and I walked in, sat down, I was hung down, brung down, hung up, and all kinds o' mean nasty ugly things. And I waked in and sat down and they gave me a piece of paper, said, "Kid, see the phsychiatrist, room 604." And I went up there, I said, "Shrink, I want to kill. I mean, I wanna, I wanna kill. Kill. I wanna, I wanna see, I wanna see blood and gore and guts and veins in my teeth. Eat dead burnt bodies. I mean kill, Kill, KILL, KILL." And I started jumpin up and down yelling, "KILL, KILL," and he started jumpin up and down with me and we was both jumping up and down yelling, "KILL, KILL." And the sargent came over, pinned a medal on me, sent me down the hall, said, "You're our boy." Didn't feel too good about it. |
Proceeded on down the hall gettin more injections, inspections, detections, neglections and all kinds of stuff that they was doin' to me at the thing there, and I was there for two hours, three hours, four hours, I was there for a long time going through all kinds of mean nasty ugly things and I was just having a tough time there, and they was inspecting, injecting every single part of me, and they was leaving no part untouched. Proceeded through, and when I finally came to the see the last man, I walked in, walked in sat down after a whole big thing there, and I walked up and said, "What do you want?" He said, "Kid, we only got one question. Have you ever been arrested?" And I proceeded to tell him the story of the Alice's Restaurant Massacre, with full orchestration and five part harmony and stuff like that and all the phenome... - and he stopped me right there and said, "Kid, did you ever go to court?" And I proceeded to tell him the story of the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with the circles and arrows and the paragraph on the back of each one, and he stopped me right there and said, "Kid, I want you to go and sit down on that bench that says Group W .... NOW kid!!"
And I, I walked over to the, to the bench there, and there is, Group W's where they put you if you may not be moral enough to join the army after committing your special crime, and there was all kinds of mean nasty ugly looking people on the bench there. Mother rapers. Father stabbers. Father rapers! Father rapers sitting right there on the bench next to me! And they was mean and nasty and ugly and horrible crime-type guys sitting on the bench next to me. And the meanest, ugliest, nastiest one, the meanest father raper of them all, was coming over to me and he was mean 'n' ugly 'n' nasty 'n' horrible and all kind of things and he sat down next to me and said, "Kid, whad'ya get?" I said, "I didn't get nothing, I had to pay $50 and pick up the garbage." He said, "What were you arrested for, kid?" And I said, "Littering." And they all moved away from me on the bench there, and the hairy eyeball and all kinds of mean nasty things, till I said, "And creating a nuisance." And they all came back, shook my hand, and we had a great time on the bench, talkin about crime, mother stabbing, father raping, all kinds of groovy things that we was talking about on the bench. And everything was fine, we was smoking cigarettes and all kinds of things, until the Sargeant came over, had some paper in his hand, held it up and said. "Kids, this-piece-of-paper's-got-47-words-37-sentences-58-words-we-wanna- know-details-of-the-crime-time-of-the-crime-and-any-other-kind-of-thing- you-gotta-say-pertaining-to-and-about-the-crime-I-want-to-know-arresting- officer's-name-and-any-other-kind-of-thing-you-gotta-say", and talked for forty-five minutes and nobody understood a word that he said, but we had fun filling out the forms and playing with the pencils on the bench there, and I filled out the massacre with the four part harmony, and wrote it down there, just like it was, and everything was fine and I put down the pencil, and I turned over the piece of paper, and there, there on the other side, in the middle of the other side, away from everything else on the other side, in parentheses, capital letters, quotated, read the following words: ("KID, HAVE YOU REHABILITATED YOURSELF?") I went over to the sargent, said, "Sargeant, you got a lot a damn gall to ask me if I've rehabilitated myself, I mean, I mean, I mean that just, I'm sittin' here on the bench, I mean I'm sittin here on the Group W bench 'cause you want to know if I'm moral enough join the army, burn women, kids, houses and villages after bein' a litterbug." He looked at me and said, "Kid, we don't like your kind, and we're gonna send you fingerprints off to Washington." And friends, somewhere in Washington enshrined in some little folder, is a study in black and white of my fingerprints. And the only reason I'm singing you this song now is cause you may know somebody in a similar situation, or you may be in a similar situation, and if your in a situation like that there's only one thing you can do and that's walk into the shrink wherever you are ,just walk in say "Shrink, You can get anything you want, at Alice's restaurant.". And walk out. You know, if one person, just one person does it they may think he's really sick and they won't take him. And if two people, two people do it, in harmony, they may think they're both faggots and they won't take either of them. And three people do it, three, can you imagine, three people walking in singin a bar of Alice's Restaurant and walking out. They may think it's an organization. And can you, can you imagine fifty people a day,I said fifty people a day walking in singin a bar of Alice's Restaurant and walking out. And friends they may thinks it's a movement. And that's what it is , the Alice's Restaurant Anti-Massacre Movement, and all you got to do to join is sing it the next time it come's around on the guitar. With feeling. So we'll wait for it to come around on the guitar, here and sing it when it does. Here it comes. You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant Walk right in it's around the back Just a half a mile from the railroad track You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant That was horrible. If you want to end war and stuff you got to sing loud. I've been singing this song now for twenty five minutes. I could sing it for another twenty five minutes. I'm not proud... or tired. So we'll wait till it comes around again, and this time with four part harmony and feeling. We're just waitin' for it to come around is what we're doing. All right now. You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant Excepting Alice You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant Walk right in it's around the back Just a half a mile from the railroad track You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant Da da da da da da da dum At Alice's Restaurant |
Brad Paisley - "Ticks"
There are many people in America who hate the sound of country music, especially recent country music. However, I like Brad Paisley. He has a great sense of humor. At the beginning of this video, he asks the crowd if they like the Giants. He's talking about the American football team the New York Giants, who won the Super Bowl this year. He then asks if there are any fans of "the baseball Giants." This time, he means the San Francisco Giants, who lost the World Series last year.
This song is a very silly joke--Brad likes to write lines you do not expect. The lyrics (歌詞) are very romantic, until the last line of the chorus. Ticks are small insects that bury into your skin. You find them often out in the wild country, and they are a real nuisance. You have to check your body to make sure there are none attatched to you. So, in this song, he's saying he wants to do all this romantic stuff with a woman... and then check her body to see if any ticks have bitten her. Not so romantic.
He also has a song about fishing called "I'm Gonna Miss Her." That seems like an odd title about a song about fishing, right? Well, the song explains that his wife said that if he doesn't stop going fishing, she will leave him. The very next line in the song is, "Well, I'm gonna miss her..." Meaning, he picked fishing.
This song is a very silly joke--Brad likes to write lines you do not expect. The lyrics (歌詞) are very romantic, until the last line of the chorus. Ticks are small insects that bury into your skin. You find them often out in the wild country, and they are a real nuisance. You have to check your body to make sure there are none attatched to you. So, in this song, he's saying he wants to do all this romantic stuff with a woman... and then check her body to see if any ticks have bitten her. Not so romantic.
He also has a song about fishing called "I'm Gonna Miss Her." That seems like an odd title about a song about fishing, right? Well, the song explains that his wife said that if he doesn't stop going fishing, she will leave him. The very next line in the song is, "Well, I'm gonna miss her..." Meaning, he picked fishing.
'Cause I'd like to see you out in the moonlight
I'd like to kiss you way back in the sticks I'd like to walk you through a field of wildflowers And I'd like to check you for ticks. You never know where one might be There's lots of places that are hard to reach I gotcha. I'd like to see you out in the moonlight I'd like to kiss you baby way back in the sticks I'd like to walk you through a field of wildflowers And I'd like to check you for ticks. I'd sure like to check you for ticks... |
Every time you take a sip
In this smoky atmosphere You press that bottle to your lips And I wish I was your beer In the small there of your back Your jeans are playing peekaboo I'd like to see the other half of your butterfly tattoo. Hey that gives me an idea Let's get out of this bar Drive out into the country And find a place to park. 'Cause I'd like to see you out in the moonlight I'd like to kiss you way back in the sticks I'd like to walk you through a field of wildflowers And I'd like to check you for ticks. I know the perfect little path Out in these woods I used to hunt Don't worry babe I've got your back And I've also got your front I'd hate to waste a night like this I'll keep you safe you wait and see The only thing allowed to crawl all over you when we get there is me. You know every guy in here tonight Would like to take you home But I've got way more class than them Babe that ain't what I want. <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< |
Dixie Chicks - "Wide Open Spaces"
Who doesn't know what I'm talking about
Who's never left home, who's never struck out To find a dream and a life of their own A place in the clouds, a foundation of stone Many precede and many will follow A young girl's dream no longer hollow It takes the shape of a place out west But what it holds for her, she hasn't yet guessed Chorus She needs wide open spaces Room to make her big mistakes She needs new faces She knows the high stakes She traveled this road as a child Wide eyed and grinning, she never tired But now she won't be coming back with the rest If these are life's lessons, she'll take this test Chorus She knows the high stakes >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> |
As her folks drive away, her dad yells, "Check the oil!"
Mom stares out the window and says, "I'm leaving my girl" She said, "It didn't seem like that long ago" When she stood there and let her own folks know Chorus She knows the highest stakes She knows the highest stakes She knows the highest stakes She knows the highest stakes |
"Cowboy Take Me Away"
Oh it sounds good to me
Yes it sounds so good to me Chorus I said I wanna touch the earth I wanna break it in my hands I wanna grow something wild and unruly Oh it sounds so good to me Chorus |
I said I wanna touch the earth
I wanna break it in my hands I wanna grow something wild and unruly I wanna sleep on the hard ground In the comfort of your arms On a pillow of blue bonnets And a blanket made of stars Oh it sounds good to me I said cowboy take me away Fly this girl as high as you can Into the wild blue Set me free oh I pray Closer to Heaven above And closer to you Closer to you I wanna walk and not run I wanna skip and not fall I wanna look at the horizon And not see a building standing tall I wanna be the only one For miles and miles Except for maybe you And your simple smile <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< |
Johnny Cash - Ring of Fire
Love Is A Burning Thing
And It Makes A Fiery Ring Bound By Wild Desire I Fell Into A Ring Of Fire CHORUS: I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire I Went Down, Down, Down And The Flames Went Higher And It Burns, Burns, Burns The Ring Of Fire The Ring Of Fire The Taste Of Love Is Sweet When Hearts Like Ours Meet I Fell For You Like A Child Oh,But The Fire Went Wild Chorus Love Is A Burning Thing And It Makes A Fiery Ring Bound By Wild Desire I Fell Into A Ring Of Fire Chorus |
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The Allman Brothers Band - "Ramblin' Man" and "Jessica"
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Lord, I was born a ramblin' man,
Tryin' to make a livin' and doin' the best I can. And when it's time for leavin', I hope you'll understand, That I was born a ramblin' man. My father was a gambler down in Georgia, And he wound up on the wrong end of a gun. And I was born in the back seat of a Greyhound bus Rollin' down highway 41. Lord, I was born a ramblin' man, Tryin' to make a livin' and doin' the best I can. And when it's time for leavin', I hope you'll understand, That I was born a ramblin' man. I'm on my way to New Orleans this mornin', Leaving out of Nashville, Tennessee, They're always having a good time down on the bayou, Lord Them Delta women think the world of me. Lord, I was born a ramblin' man, Tryin' to make a livin' and doin' the best I can. And when it's time for leavin', I hope you'll understand, That I was born a ramblin' man. |
Merle Haggard - "Are the Good Times Really Over?"
I wish a buck was still silver,
and it was back when the country was strong, Back before Elvis, and before the Vietnam war came along, Before the Beatles and yesterday, when a man could still work, and still would, is the best of the free life behind us now, and Are The Good Times Really Over For Good. Are we rollin' downhill like a snowball headed for hell. With no kind of chance for the flag or the liberty bell. I wish a Ford or a Chevy, would still last ten years like they should. Is the best of the free life behind us now, And Are The Good Times Really Over For Good. I wish Coke was still cola, and a joint was a bad place to be. It was back before Nixon lied to us all on TV. Before Microwave ovens, when a girl could still cook, and still would, Is the best of the free life behind us now, and Are The Good Times Really Over For Good. Stop rollin' downhill like a snowball headed for hell. Standup for the flag, and let's all ring the liberty bell. Let's make a Ford and a Chevy that'll still last ten years like they should. The best of the free life is still yet to come, And the good times ain't really over for good. |
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Niel Young - "Southern Man"
Did you notice the line in "Sweet Home Alabama" about Neil Young? This song is why that line is there. Young wrote this song to protest the racism in the Southern part of the US.
Lily Belle,
your hair is golden brown I've seen your black man comin' round Swear by God I'm gonna cut him down! I heard screamin' and bullwhips cracking How long? How long? |
Southern man
better keep your head Don't forget what your good book said Southern change gonna come at last Now your crosses are burning fast Southern man I saw cotton and I saw black Tall white mansions and little shacks. Southern man when will you pay them back? I heard screamin' and bullwhips cracking How long? How long? Southern man better keep your head Don't forget what your good book said Southern change gonna come at last Now your crosses are burning fast Southern man <<<<<<<<<<<<<< |
John Denver - "Take Me Home, Country Roads"
Almost heaven, West Virginia
Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah river Life is old there, older than the trees Younger than the mountains blowin' like a breeze Country roads take me home To the place I belong West Virginia, mountain momma Take me home, country roads All my memories gather round her Miner's lady stranger to blue water Dark and dusty painted on the sky Misty taste of moonshine, teardrops in my eyes Country roads take me home To the place I belong West Virginia mountain momma Take me home country roads I hear a voice in the morning hour as she calls me The radio reminds me of my home far away Drivin' down the road I get a feelin' That I should have home yesterday Yesterdaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay Country roads take me home To the place I belong West Virginia mountain momma Take me home country roads Country roads take me home To the place I belong West Virginia mountain momma Take me home country roads Take me home country roads Take me home Country roads |
もう少しで楽園、ウェスト・ヴァージニアだ
ブルーリッジ山脈と シェナンドー川 そこには古くさい生活があり それより古く老いた木々に それよりも若い山々 そよ風が育つように成長していくんだ 田舎道よ、家まで連れてっておくれ 僕がいるべき場所まで ウェスト・ヴァージニア、母なる山 家まで連れてってくれ、田舎道よ 僕の思い出を彼女の周りにかき集めて 炭鉱の女性、青い水を知らないんだ 空は塗られたように暗くて埃っぽい 月光の上品な霞がかかって 僕の目には涙が 田舎道よ、家まで連れてっておくれ 僕がいるべき場所まで ウェスト・ヴァージニア、母なる山 家まで連れてってくれ、田舎道よ 僕は彼女の声を聞いたよ 朝、彼女が僕を呼んだんだ ラジオは遠く離れた故郷を思い出させて もっと先へ走らなきゃって感じさせるんだ 僕は昨日、昨日は家にいるべきだったんだ 田舎道よ、家まで連れてっておくれ 僕がいるべき場所まで ウェスト・ヴァージニア、母なる山 家まで連れてってくれ、田舎道よ 田舎道よ、家まで連れてっておくれ 僕がいるべき場所まで ウェスト・ヴァージニア、母なる山 家まで連れてってくれ、田舎道よ 今すぐ家まで連れてっておくれ、田舎道よ 今すぐ家まで連れてっておくれ、田舎道よ |
Brooks & Dunn - "Boot Scootin' Boogie"
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Out in the country past the city limit sign
Well there's a honky tonk near the county line The joint starts jumpin’ every night when the sun goes down They got whiskey, women music & smoke It's where all the country folk go to boot scootin' boogie I've got a good job I work hard for my money When it's quittin’ time I hit the door runnin' I fire up my pickup truck & let the horses run I go flyin' down that highway to that hideaway Stuck out in the woods to do the boot scootin' boogie Yeah, heel, toe, dosey doe come on baby let's go boot scootin Oh, Cadillac, blackjack, baby meet me out back we're gonna boogie Oh get down, turn around go to town boot scootin' boogie Bartender asks me, says son what'll it be I want a shot of that redhead yonder lookin' at me The dance floors hoppin' & it's hotter than the fourth of July I see outlaws, inlaws crooks & straights all out makin' it shake Doin' the boot scootin' boogie Yeah, heel, toe, dosey doe come on baby let’s go boot scootin Oh, Cadillac, blackjack, baby meet me outback we’re gonna boogie Oh get down, turn around go to town boot scootin’ boogie |