Тексты песен «Charlie Daniels Band»

Well, I was born in Carolina, way back in the swamp I was a happy country boy 'til television came along It showed them far away places and it sho' was a bitch 'Cause every time I'd quit my traveling, well, my feet...

Every time I hear a fiddle and it's cookin' just a little Well, it makes me want to jump up and run And if he's sawing with some soul boogie woogie rock 'n' roll Well, I know I'm gonna have some fun And when the...

[Foreign Content] Which means don't let the [Incomprehensible] grand you down They said, "Don't you think it's mighty strong language To be used in, right here on the Fozo Show" Now if a order was to come down from...

When my way groweth drear, precious Lord, linger near When my life, my life is almost gone Hear my cry, hear my call, hold my hand lest I fall Take my hand, precious Lord, lead me home Precious Lord, won't you take...

From a town in Louisiana on the wrong side of the tracks, came a rowdy Ragin Cajun by the name of Rupernac, He was harder than a hickory long and thinner than a rail, He was faster than a Copperhead and he werent...

I traced my footprints through the sands of yesterday Back the way I came I was returning And then I saw me standing just across the river Just across the bridge that I'd left burning It was all reaching out to me...

Well, down in Mississippi, there's a little bitty town And there ain't much happens till the sun goes down Then all the people come from miles around To hear a little four piece band There's a dog house bass and a...

I remember you back in nineteen-fifty-six You had all the moves and you knew all the tricks You left all the ladies in a hell of a fix When your voice took wings Then you'd shake around and oh, how'd you sing Just...

Well, I went down to Nashville In 1973 And they won't nobody in Music City Wanted anything to do with me They said, "Boy you sure dress funny And you just don't fit our crowd And your music's weird, your hair's...

Pulling out of Woodstock heading down to Little Rock Come on boys it's time to go The bus blew out a front tire durn thing almost caught on fire Had to call in for a tow And we still got seven hundred miles to go...

Some people call it rock, some people call it roll Some people call it boogie, some people call it soul You can call it what you want, but it don't mean a thing When the drummer starts a-cooking and the band begins...

Come all ye young cowboys and listen to me And don't waste your life on that ol' hanging tree And don't think that size ever makes man small You find out it's nothing at all They know a tension when the old words...

Well you pass around the pipe and you all get high You never even stop and wonder why Maybe it's because you wanna die Maybe it's just the way things have to be Well you stay up late and you drink too damn much...

The house lights blaze the spotlights dim and the encore fades away We've got five hundred miles to go and another show to play But there's a few old diehard fans still hanging out back stage They're the ones who...

This ain't nothing but a little bitty town Roll up the sidewalks everything's shut down Down on the corner they're still hanging around 'Cause it's Saturday night down south Clock on the courthouse says eleven...

I ain't nothin' but a simple man They call me a redneck a reckon that I am But there's things going on that make me mad down to the core I have to work like a dog to make ends meet There's crooked politicians and...

I won't get you near me I don't blame you For not seeing my way Don't you worry, girl There's just two damn much power And I won't let it bother me All that I had Lets you think of me once in a while...

Well the train to Grinder's Switch is runnin' right on time And them Tucker Boys are cookin' down in Caroline People down in Florida can't be still When ol' Lynyrd Skynrd's pickin' down in Jacksonville Now people...

Well it's easy for a country boy to be misunderstood When the honky tonks are jumping and the girls are looking good Yeah, I get excited and some people think I'm rude It's the way my daddy raised me it's my rebel...

I'm not a poet I'm just a man I'm not an angel I'm just doing the best I can I've got a heart It feels pain Just like anyone else I don't like standing in the rain Standing, standing, standing in the rain...