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Backwoods Hellride
02:48
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Little white pills and switch blade knives (drive it like you stole it)
shot blast and thin white lines (drive it like you stole it)
Full throttle open wide, kicking up dirt on a backwoods Hellride
Grain Belt beer and Jim Beam rye (drive it like you stole it)
Four on the floor, over drive (drive it like you stole it)
Devil's at the wheel with his demons at his side, kicking up dirt on a backwoods Hellride
Gun runners go double time (drive it like you stole it)
lsd my brains is fried (drive it like you stole it)
grinding gears let the dust fly, kicking up dirt on a backwoods Hellride
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Corn Bread Stuffin'
02:57
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Mama's cooking up corn bread stuffin'
she does it so naturally
Mama's cooking up corn bread stuffin'
to feed our dysfunctional family
Daddy always loved his brandy, Mama drank choke cherry wine
Mama had two black eyes, because Daddy had to keep her in line
Chorus
My older sister, she's a meth head, to pay the bills she strips part time
my younger brother, he ain't no snitch, and we're all proud of him for doing his time
Chorus
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Evel Knievel
02:29
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Flying on two wheels over thirteen Cadillacs
drunk on Wild Turkey and landing with a crash.
A real American hero in red, white, and blue
he's gonna jump the Grand Canyon before he is through
EVEL KNIEVEL!!!!
Straight outta Butte up in the Montana mountains
jumping his Harley over the Caesar Palace fountains
a hustling huckster, down right nasty and naughty,
broke every bone is god damn body
EVEL KNIEVEL!!! That motorcycle daredevil
A real American hero in red, white, and blue
gonna jump that Grand Canyon, before he is through,
a hustling huckster, down right nasty and naughty
he broke every bone in his FUCKING body!!!
EVEL KNIEVEL!!!!
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Went Down to the Bar
03:52
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I went down to the bar and I ordered a shot.
strutted on over to old juke box
I wanna see the girl in the skin tight jeans
dance the night away and come home with me.
Hey pretty baby let me buy you a round
let's get a little wild and rock this town.
Chorus
Well I like my gals a little on the dirty side
living life, wild and free
I don't need me, no big city girls, when them hometown girls are good enough for me
I went down to the bar and I ordered a shot,
saw my old buddy Bob and we started to talk
he says he likes his girls on the heavy side
only because of how hard they tried
you know I smiled and I had to agree,
if she's good to go and then shes fine by me
chorus
I went down to the bar and I ordered a shot
saw my old girlfriend and we started to talk
what the hell have you been doing these days
staying outta trouble in my usual way
she ordered me up a Jim Beam rye
she said, Kirk, take me home and give me ride
Chorus
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Lake Street
02:56
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Life can sure get lonely on this dirty part of town
brothers down stairs in the kitchen, my hollow floor does pound
ten cent job in a ten dollar world won't get a feller too far
too paranoid to even leave this dump, besides I don't have a car.
Chorus:
Shits getting weird on Lake Street, there's trouble all around
Shits getting weird on Lake Street, man shit's going down
Shit's getting weird on Lake Street, there's colored folks all around
Shit's getting weird on Lake Street, man it's a sea of brown
Folks dont come a calling, when you're living in a place so mean
Lord, god knows Im tired baby, gotta get outta of this scene
looks like a fellers got to back some heat if he even wants to hit the street,
maybe he's just tired of staying at home. getting tired of beating his meat
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Blood on the Saddle
02:12
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Belching fire on a motorcycle ride
barreling into town on a full moon night
the Biker was a whiskey, card playing man,
always had a gun in his hand.
The Gambler was a no good bastard thief,
had a pair of aces always up his sleeve
quick with his wit, faster with his gun
dealt in that Biker playing five card stud.
There was blood on the saddle, blood on the ground!
Another man dead and another man gone!!!
Last two standing at closing time,
steaks were higher than a Georgia pine
tensions so thick, you could cut them with a knife,
the Biker felt cheated and the Gambler knew why
The Biker flipped that table, up in the air,
money, cards, and chips flew every where
the Biker drew fast, but not fast enough.
the Gambler shot him twice, before he shot once
There was blood on the saddle, blood on the ground
another man dead and another man gone!
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Way out in the boon docks where the pavement turns to dirt
Jerry was a growing up without too much effort
one day he took a short cut, while walking home from school,
came upon a tractor with a quarter tank of fuel
just a strong young man and a broken down machine
but Jerry had the weakness for the smell of gasoline
Chorus:
Jerry fell in love with a tractor
he fell head, over heels
Jerry fell in love with a tractor
even though it had no wheels
Started huffin and puffin on that old gas tank
until his eyes glazed over and his mind went blank
dinner's on the table and his mamma she's awaiting
while he's out in that field just hallucinating
Jerry fell in love with a tractor
he fell hard and he fell fast
Jerry fell in love with a tractor
with a quarter tank of gas
Now everyday after school, he's huffing on that gas
sucking on that tank until it knocks him on his ass
some boys are kissing girls but Jerry's lips are sealed
on a broken down old tractor abandoned in the field
Jerry fell in love with a tractor
he fell down in the dirt
Jerry fell in love with a tractor
and he drooled all over his shirt
Jerry fell in love with a tractor
it was love at first smell
Jerry fell in love with a tractor
and now he's down to one brain cell
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Redneck Truckers
03:27
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Redneck Truckers, driving all across this land
Redneck Truckers, doing the best they can
We got pregnant Beth, and One-Eyed Bill, Three Fingered Hank, and Meth Mouth Jill, and a Two Legged Dog all looking for a thrill!!!
I got a patch over one eye and thats ok
I'm One-Eyed Bill is what folks say.
I got a flannel vest, trucker hat, aviators and a belly full of fat
six pack of beer and camel straights,
take them little white pills to stay awake
got a run to make, got to be on time, got kids to feed and thats the reason why
Chorus
Now Pregnant Beth is mostly straight.
she quit her drinking back in '98
she quit the junk when she had Little Lyle, but she likes to relapse every once in a while.
She's got six kids and twins on the way,
Uncle Sam's helping out when it comes pay day
make a run, got to be on time, grandma's watching the kids and that's the reason why.
Chorus
I'd tell you the story of them other guys,
but I'm running late and falling far behind.
Believe me, their story is one to tell about record runs from the brink of Hell
Outrunning bears out on the county line, getting jack-knifed with a trailer full of shine, got a run to make, got to be on time, got kids to feed and that's the reason why!
Chorus
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Runnin' Shine
02:56
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Hauling a load of precious cargo
fast as this old Ford will go,
killed the sheriff of Fargo
when he tried to block the road
You see I haven't got much time
boss is on my tail
gunning for that county line, Running Moonshine
I shook Al Capone
this aint my first rodeo
my tommy gun's ready to go,
white knuckling down back roads
You see I haven't got much time,
I'm wanted dead or alive
gunning for that county line, Running Moonshine
I got a wife and kids at home
if I die please let them know
if I'm an outlaw its only for
prohibition made it so
You see I haven't got much time
my rear view mirror is flashing lights
gunning for that county line, Running Moonshine
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Chorus
She broke my heart, so I broke her jaw
now's she got me on the run from Johnny Law
If our paths should cross again, I'll put a bullet in her head
I wasn't good enough for my girl
I drank too much and was always raising hell
she no longer cares for me you see
I wasn't ready for her to leave
Chorus
Well, her cheating ways were no surprise
even drunk I could see through her lies
she fell in love with my best friend
I swung my bat and cracked her upside the head
I went down town, alone last night, to kill the pain that you are no longer in love with me
Chorus x 2
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This Old of Mine
02:56
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Running in circles and going no where fast
running full throttle and now I'm low on gas
If you see me falling, you wont have to pick me up
I ain't no good and I'm always down on my luck
Now I'm doing just fine in this old world of mine
I was told long ago, that'd I never make it in this life
I don't need you telling me to open up my eyes
Hey, I'm doing fine in this old world of mine
Spending all my time and money down at the bar
well over the legal limit and driving around in my car
the older I get, the worse those hang overs seem to be
and I'll do it all again and its quite alright with me
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Iroquois
02:43
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Don't bring that crazy Iroquois around here
he drinks my whiskey and steals my beer
he hits on my wife, when I'm not here.
Iroquois!!!! Iroquois
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Harry Triggers' Rag
01:52
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1-2-3-4!!!!
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Hobo Picnic
03:32
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Four o'clock, stop the bus
out on the street and jam
you bring the bread and butter, I'll bring the spam
Hobo Picnic, living off government cheese
Hobo Picnic, poor folks do what we please
Hobo Picnic, can't afford the rent
Hobo Picnic, sleeping downtown in a tent
chorus
Hobo Picnic, puking up blood red wine
Hobo Picnic, we all have a good time
Hobo Picnic, swimming in raw sewage
Hobo Picnic, bring the kids
Hobo Picnic, occupy Duluth
Hobo Picnic mic check you loose
Hobo Picnic, everyone doing all right
Hobo Picnic, its time to start a fight
Get a job
Chorus
Hobo Picnic, somebody called the cops
Hobo Picnic, we're pulling out all the stops
Hobo Picnic, that Indian bitch getting mean
Hobo Picnic, we ain't getting outta here clean
Chorus
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Iron Range Outlaw Brigade Minnesota
Shit kicking, dirty, cow-punk from the Great Northwoods of Minnesota! "We're more bitter than a shot of Wild Turkey 101!"
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