Welcome To My Favorite Lyrics Page. These songs are in no specific order and have no real theme to them. They are just some of my
favorite song lyrics. Be forwarned that some of these song lyrics have profane language and may not be suitable for young viewers. |
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Hank Williams jr: Family Tradition |
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Hank Williams jr: Country Boy Can Survive |
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David Allen Coe: If That Aint Country |
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I'm a southern boy Southern born and bred I've got Sweet Home Alabama buzzing all around in my head I'm right at home in Georgia or down in Caroline Yeah I'd be happy anywhere below that Mason-Dixon line A working and a sweating 'til I hear that whistle blow Country rock a cooking on my pick-up radio I rush home for a shower and put on my dancing shoes I get the Friday fever and the Sunday morning blues I'm a southern boy I like a rowdy crowd Put Bocephus on the jukebox and turn that sucker way up loud Don't need a reservation We're just a-having fun Yeah it's party time in Dixie Ya'll just come on down and get ya some From Rockingham to Birmingham Mobile to New Orleans Jacksonville to Copper Hill Pike to Bowling Green Layfayette to Somerset Boone to Rocky Mount If you don't live in Dixie then You're only camping out I'm a southern boy I say my sirs and m'ams I'm kinda rough around the edges but I'm mighty proud of who I am Roll on Mississippi rock on Tennessee If it was good enough for Elvis you know it's good enough for me I said, if it was good enough for Elvis you know it's good enough for me Well if the King was crazy 'bout it then you know it's good enough for me
I was takin' a trip out to LA Toolin' along in my Chevrolet Tokin' on a number and diggin' on the radio... Just as I crossed the Mississippi line I heard that highway start to whine And I knew that left rear tire was about to go Well, the spare was flat and I got uptight 'Cause there wasn't a fillin' station in sight So I just limped on down the shoulder on the rim I went as far as I could and when I stopped the car It was right in front of this little bar Kind of redneck lookin' joint, called the Dew Drop Inn Well, I stuffed my hair up under my hat And told the bartender that I had a flat And would he be kind enough to give me change for a one There was one thing I was sure proud to see There wasn't a soul in the place, 'cept for him and me And he just looked disgusted and pointed toward the telephone I called up the station down the road a ways And he said he wasn't very busy today And he could have somebody there in just 'bout ten minutes or so He said now you just stay right where you're at And I didn't bother tellin' the durn fool I sure as hell didn't have anyplace else to go I just ordered up a beer and sat down at the bar When some guy walked in and said; 'Who owns this car? With the peace sign, the mag wheels and four on the floor?' Well, he looked at me and I damn near died And I decided that I'd just wait outside So I layed a dollar on the bar and headed for the door Just when I thought I'd get outta there with my skin These five big dudes come strollin' in With this one old drunk chick and some fella with green teeth And I was almost to the door when the biggest one said: 'You tip your hat to this lady, son' And when I did all that hair fell out from underneath Now the last thing I wanted was to get into a fight In Jackson, Mississippi on a Saturday night 'Specially when there was three of them and only one of me They all started laughin' and I felt kinda sick And I knew I'd better think of somethin' pretty quick So I just reached out and kicked old green-teeth right in the knee He let out a yell that'd curl your hair But before he could move, I grabbed me a chair And said: 'Watch him folks, 'cause he's a thoroughly dangerous man Well, you may not know it, but this man's a spy He's an undercover agent for the FBI And he's been sent down here to infiltrate the Ku Klux Klan' He was still bent over, holdin' on to his knee But everyone else was lookin' and listenin' to me And I layed it on thicker and heavier as I went I said: 'Would you believe this man has gone as far As tearin' Wallace stickers off the bumpers of cars And he voted for George McGovern for President' 'He's a friend of them long-haired, hippie type, pinko fags I betcha he's even got a Commie flag Tacked up on the wall, inside of his garage He's a snake in the grass, I tell ya guys He may look dumb, but that's just a disguise He's a mastermind in the ways of espionage' They all started lookin' real suspicious at him And he jumped up an' said: 'Now, just wait a minute, Jim You know he's lyin' I've been livin' here all of my life I'm a faithful follower of Brother John Birch And I belong to the Antioch Baptist Church And I ain't even got a garage, you can call home and ask my wife' Then he started sayin' somethin' 'bout the way I was dressed But I didn't wait around to hear the rest I was too busy movin' and hopin' I didn't run outta luck And when I hit the ground, I was makin' tracks And they were just takin' my car down off the jacks So I threw the man a twenty an' jumped in an' fired that mother up Mario Andretti woulda sure been proud Of the way I was movin' when I passed that crowd Comin' out the door and headin' toward me in a trot And I guess I should-a gone ahead and run But somehow I couldn't resist the fun Of chasin' them all just once around the parkin' lot Well, they're headin' for their car, but I hit the gas And spun around and headed them off at the pass I was slingin' gravel and puttin' a ton of dust in the air Ha Ha, well, I had 'em all out there steppin' and fetchin' Like their heads were on fire and their asses was catchin' But I figured I oughta go ahead an split before the cops got there When I hit the road I was really wheelin' Had gravel flyin' and rubber squealin' And I didn't slow down 'til I was almost to Arkansas Well, I think I'm gonna re-route my trip I wonder if anybody'd think I'd flipped If I went to LA...via Omaha
Jimmy Buffet: "Son of a Sailor Man" |
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As a dreamer of dreams and a travelin' man,
I have chalked up many a mile.
Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks,
And I've learned much from both of their styles.
Son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor.
Son of a gun; load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer.
Now away in the near future, southeast of disorder,
You can shake the hand of the mango man
As he greets you at the border.
And the lady she hails from Trinidad,
Island of the spices.
Salt for your meat and cinnamon sweet,
And the rum is for all your good vices.
Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind that our
Forefathers harnessed before us.
Hear the bells ring as the tide rigging sings.
It's a son of a gun of a chorus.
Where it all ends I can't fathom, my friends.
If I knew, I might toss out my anchor.
So I'll cruise along always searchin' for songs,
Not a lawyer, a thief or a banker.
But a son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor.
Son of a gun, load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer
I'm just a son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of
a sailor
The sea's in my veins, my tradition remains.
I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer.
Staind: "It's Been Awhile" |
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It's been awhile |
Since I could hold my head up high |
Since I first saw you |
Since I could stand on my own two feet again |
Since I could call you |
But everything I can't remember |
as fucked up as it all may seem |
the consequences that I've rendered |
I've stretched myself beyond my means |
It's been awhile |
Since I could say that I wasn't addicted |
Since I could say I love myself as well |
Since I've gone and fucked things up |
just like I always do |
But all that shit seems to disappear |
when I'm with you |
But everything I can't remember |
as fucked up as it may seem |
The consequences that I've rendered |
I've gone and fucked things up again |
Why must I feel this way |
Just make this go away |
Just one more peaceful day |
It's been awhile |
Since I could look at myself straight |
Since I said I'm sorry |
Since I've seen the way the candle lights your face |
But I can still remember just the way you taste |
But everything I can't remember |
As fucked up as it all may seem to be |
I know it's me |
I cannot blame this on my father |
he did the best he could for me |
It's been awhile |
Since I could hold my head up high |
and it's been awhile since I said I'm sorry |
Aaron Lewis/Fred Durst: "Outside" |
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And you bring me to my knees |
All this time that I could beg you please |
All the times that I felt insecure |
And I leave my burdens at the door |
I'm on the outside - I'm looking in |
I can see through you - see your true colors |
Cause inside you're ugly - ugly like me |
(Biloxi...this is the real mother fucking deal ya'll) |
(I'm feeling those lighters) |
All this time that I felt like this won't end |
was for you And I taste, |
but I could never have - it's from you |
All those times that I tried |
intention full of pride |
And I waste more time than anyone |
I'm on the outside - I'm looking in |
I can see through you - see your true colors |
Cause inside you're ugly - ugly like me |
I can see through you - see to the real you |
All the times that I've cried |
this wasting - it's all inside |
And I feel all this pain - stuffed it down |
It's back again, And I lie here in bed all alone |
I can't mend And I fear tomorrow will be okay |
I'm on the outside - I'm looking in |
I can see through you - see your true colors |
Cause inside you're ugly - you're ugly like me |
I can see through you - see to the real you |
The Cure: Fascination Street |
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Oh it's opening time down on fascination street |
So let's cut the conversation and get out for a bit |
Because I feel it all fading and paleing |
And I'm begging to drag you down with me |
To kick the last nail in |
Yeah I like you in that, Like I like you to scream |
But if you open your mouth, Then I can't be responsible |
For quite what goes in, Or to care what comes out |
So just pull on your hair, Just pull on your pout |
And let's move to the beat, Like we know that it's over |
So just pull on your face, Just pull on your feet |
And let's hit opening time, Down on fascination street |
So just pull on your hair, Just pull on your pout |
Cut the conversation, Just open your mouth |
Pull on your face, Pull on your feet |
And let's hit opening time, Down on fascination street |
Guns And Roses: "One In A Million" |
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Guess I needed sometime to get away |
I needed some peace of mind |
Some peace of mind that'll stay |
So I thumbed it down to Ninety Sixth and L.A. |
(OR)So I thumbed it down to nine o six ten L.A. ("90610") |
Maybe a Greyhound could be my way |
Police and Niggers, that's right |
Get out of my way |
Don't need to buy none of your crack cocaine today |
And I don't need no bracelets |
Clamped in front of my back |
Just need my ticket; 'til then |
Won't you cut me some slack? |
You're one in a million, Yeah, that's what you are |
You're one in a million, babe, You're a shooting star |
Maybe someday we'll see you, Before you make us cry |
You know we tried to reach you, But you were much too high |
Much too high, much too high |
Immigrants and faggots, They make no sense to me |
They come to our country, And think they'll do as they please |
Like start some mini Iran, Or spread some fuckin' disease |
And They talk so many motherfucking ways, It's all Greek to me |
Well some say I'm lazy, And others say that's just me |
Some say I'm crazy, I guess I'll always be |
But it's been such a long time, Since I knew right from wrong |
It's all the means to an end, I keep it movin' along |
You're one in a million, Yeah, that's what you are |
You're one in a million, babe, You're a shooting star |
Maybe someday we'll see you, Before you make us cry |
You know we tried to reach you, But you were much too high |
Much too high, much too high |
Radicals and Racists, Don't point your finger at me |
I'm a small town white boy, Just tryin' to make ends meet |
Don't need your religion, Don't watch that much T.V. |
Just makin' my livin', baby, Well that's enough for me |
You're one in a million, Yeah, that's what you are |
You're one in a million, babe, You're a shooting star |
Maybe someday we'll see you, Before you make us cry |
You know we tried to reach you, But you were much too high |
Much too high, much too high |
Hank Williams Jr: Knoxville Courthouse Blues |
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Guns And Roses: "Out To Get Me" |
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Been hidin' out And layin' low |
It's nothin' new ta me |
Well you can always find a place to go |
If you can keep your sanity |
They break down the doors And they rape my rights but |
They won't touch me |
They scream and yell And fight all night |
You can't tell me, I lose my head I close my eyes |
They won't touch me |
'Cause I got somethin' I been buildin' up inside |
For so fuckin' long |
They're out ta get me, They won't catch me, I'm innocent! They won't break me |
Sometimes it's easy to forget where you're goin' |
Sometimes it's harder to leave |
And everytime you think you know just what you're doin' |
That's when your troubles exceed |
They push me in a corner Just to get me to fight but |
They won't touch me |
They preach and yell And fight all night |
You can't tell me, I lose my head, I close my eyes |
They won't touch me |
'Cause I got somethin' I been buildin' up inside |
I'm already gone |
Some people got a chip on their shoulder |
An some would say it was me |
But I didn't buy that fifth of whisky That you gave me |
So I'd be quick to disagree |
They're out to get me, They won't catch me |
I'm innocent, So you can Suck me |
Take that one to heart |
Guns And Roses: My Michelle |
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Your daddy works in porno, Now that mommy's not around |
She used to love her heroin, But now she's underground |
So you stay out late at night And you do your coke for free |
Drivin' your friends crazy With your life's insanity |
Well, well, well you just can't tell |
Well, well, well my Michelle |
Sowin' all your wild oats In another's luxuries |
Yesterday was Tuesday Maybe Thursday you can sleep |
But school starts much too early And this hotel wasn't free |
So party till your connection calls, Honey I'll return the key |
Well, well, well you just can't tell |
Well, well, well my Michelle |
Well, well, well you never can tell |
Well, well, well my Michelle |
Everyone needs love, You know that it's true |
Someday you'll find someone That'll fall in love with you |
But oh the time it takes, When you're all alone |
Someday you'll find someone That you can call your own |
But till then ya better... |
Now you're clean, And so discreet |
I won't say a word |
But most of all this song is true |
In case you haven't heard |
So c'mon and stop your cryin' |
'Cause we both know money burns |
Honey don't stop tryin |
And you'll get what you deserve |