Well I thought I?d go out to Tulsa. And ride in a rodeo. Red beans and rice sure would be nice. Back where the Mississippi River flows. . [Chorus]. And it's a long way back to Vicksburg.
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.
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.
I ain't nothin' but a simple man. They call me a redneck I 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.
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.
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 die hard fans still hanging out back stage.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Two thousand dollar suit across your back. You've got your mansion out on millionaire's row. Go all the places that the rich folks go. Your Bible is a check book and your church is a bank.
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.