Molly Hatchet
Kingdom of XII
2000
SPV Records
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Four decades ago an man left Mississippi
To fight the war in Vietnam...
Did two tours and got shot received the metal of honor
When he got home he wasn,t the same man.
But when you get home tonight and give thanks to your maker
For your loved ones and the food on your table
Say a prayer for the ones who lost their lives
And the men left in the field of battle.
A heroes welcome that needs to be told
To pass through the ages of the young and old
They fought for the truth and the will to survive
All American by Birth and born with Southern Pride.
Chorus:
So raise the blade in the Heart of the USA
Oh...oh..oh..We're all part of he USA
Gimme them Stars and Bars for heritage not hate
Oh...oh...oh...It's the Heart of the USA.
A heroes welcome that needs to be told
To pass through the ages of the young and old
They fought for the truth and the will to survive
All American by Birth and born with Southern Pride.
Written by: Bobby Ingram, Phil McCormackChorus:
So raise the blade in the Heart of the USA
Oh...oh..oh..We're all part of he USA
Gimme them Stars and Bars for heritage not hate
Oh...oh...oh...Cause It's the Heart of the USA
So raise the blade in the Heart of the USA
Oh...oh..oh..We're all part of he USA
Gimme them Stars and Bars in Jacksonville Fla
Oh...oh...oh...Cause it's the Heart of the USA
Heart of the USA..Heart of the USA.
Yea Meet me in the alley...Vargus Rendevous
Call the boys, get some ribs and a mess of cold beer too...
Lord get the feet bag on back to Mississippi
The boys are toten knives and guns
You don't want no part of me...
Baby, get my suite down the street
At the Peabody hotel
I got a skirt..Lord have mercy
She know how to do it so well...
Grab the crew come around at two
And carry me to Rum Boogie
Hear the tattos of the blues
The Night Hawks boogie woogie...
Chorus:
Cornbread mafia, Memphis mojo man
I get you anything you need said I get it when I can
I don't get up till the sun goes down
Out there roamin the night...
Cornbread mafia don't you cross that line.
Written by: Bobby Ingram, Phil McCormackChorus:
Cornbread mafia, Memphis mojo man
I get you anything you need said I get it when I can
I don't get up till the sun goes down
Out there roamin the night...
Cornbread mafia don't you cross that line
Cornbread mafia, Memphis mojo man
I get you anything you need said I get it when I can
I don't get up till the sun goes down
Wrong side of the tracks...
Cornbread mafia don't you cross my path.
Ridin that night and the the moon is high
Gotta hell hound on my trail
Got to cross the Rio Grande
And never let me out of that jail
Feel the cool desert air... whippin' accross my face
Don't make a sound stay close to the ground
Got to leave without a trace
Like my daddy before me...
Said the son of the seventh son
I can't sit still when the night time comes
My spirit always on the run
I've done wrong everyone I loved
And I live with broken hearts
The hell hounds on my trail
I watched one after another as they died
They took my heart and left me cold inside
Chorus:
Tonight I ride...One Last Ride
My past is close behind me...my pistol by my side
Gotta keep on ridin'...time's not on my side
I'm a pistol totin' gamblin' man
Time for One Last Ride.
Just a simple country boy without a lick of sense
30.6 Colt 45 rode a thousand of fence
When you ride with the devil, baby... you heed with the devil's call
Can't sing with the angels when the hell you're bound to fall.
Town folks watched as he locked himself inside
The new this torchered man was bound to die
He took the lonliness to his grave
The poor boy's soul could not be saved
The boy had finally taken his Last Ride.
Written by: Bobby Ingram, Phil McCormackChorus:
Tonight I ride...One Last Ride
My past is close behind me...my pistol by my side
Gotta keep on ridin'...time's not on my side
I'm a whiskey drinkin' gamblin' man
Time for One Last Ride... So I keep on ride..One Last Ride
My past is close behind me...my pistol by my side
Gotta keep on ridin'...time's not on my side
I'm a pistol totin' gamblin' man
Time for One Last Ride.
Well.. I've been beatin' the bushes all week long
Can't seem to save a dollar
Apartments empty I'm all alone
Won't you listen to a grown man hollar
The boss man's dead on my case
Keep your mind on the job and stay busy
My mind's been on his secretary
Lord have mercy...make ya dizzy
Why won't you take me home...Baby
Every man wants his secretaryChorus:
Why won't you take me home
Just tell me get back to fishin'
I ain't gonna go for no bait and switchin'
Why won't you take me home
Tuesday I'm ready to scream
Wednesday I'm a little less mean
Thursday I'm ready for sin
Friday night let the games begin.
Chorus:
Why won't you take me home...
Why won't you take me home
Be stuck in the middle far too long
Hot diggity dog let's have some fun
Why won't you take me home...
Chorus:
Why won't you take me home...
Why won't you take me home
Just tell me get back to fishin'
I ain't gonna go for no bait and switchin'
Why won't you take me home...
Chorus:
Why won't you take me home...
Why won't you take me home
Be stuck in the middle far too long
Hot diggity dog let's have some fun
Why won't you take me home...
Why won't you take me home
Written by: Bobby Ingram, Phil McCormack, Andy McKinneyChorus:
Why won't you take me home...
Why won't you take me home
Just tell me get back to fishin'
I ain't gonna go for no bait and switchin'
Why won't you take me home...
The Blue Ridge Mountains were turning green
The last time I saw her face
Rose colored glasses can't hide the pain
Neither can your satin and lace
Chorus:
I turned my Back on Yesterday
For a better tommorrow...
I turned my Back on Yesterday
For a better tommorrow.
I tried to keep you warm at night
Through the lonely winter snow
Sayin' your wrong is just not right
That's why I have to go...
Our love just got lost along the way
Can't fine our selves eye to eye.
Or face to face...
Chorus:
I turned my Back on Yesterday
For a better tommorrow...
I turned my Back on Yesterday
For a better tommorrow Our love got lost along the way.
I know you'd walk thru fire for me
You showed me in every way
Now it's time to set you free
The words got in my way...
Written by: Bobby Ingram, Phil McCormackChorus:
I turned my Back on Yesterday
For a better tommorrow...
I turned my Back on Yesterday
For a better tommorrow
I turned my Back on Yesterday
For a better tommorrow...
I turned my Back on Yesterday
For a better tommorrow
Our love got lost along the way...
Lost along the way....
Jackson Tennessee is the only place to start
Close to Charlie's home and closser to his heart
Me I'm a Southern boy man I love to ride
Cause we're all part of history
I volunteer with pride
Get's that fiddle...get's it blazin' hot
Marshall Tucker singin' that Carolina rock
Yea...Hank was born to boogie
Him and the Bama Band
When this Hatchet gets to swingin'
You'll see who I am
Chorus:
Get on board that Gypsy Trail
Virginia Beach to Boise
Said boys we just can't fail
Got to get ridin'that Gypsy Trail
Steel horse ride thru the night
Hear the engines wail...Ride that Gypsy Trail
Into the Heartland rollin' thru the night
North, South, East, West
Everything is kinda alright
Tell them folks at the gate let my friends in
Dim the lights, hear the crowd...let the show begin
Chorus:
Get on board that Gypsy Trail
Indy down to Tupelo said the boys we just can't fail
Got to get ridin'that Gypsy Trail
Steel horse ride thru the night
Hear the engines wail...
Chorus:
Get on board that Gypsy Trail
Vegas down to New Orleans
Said the boys we just can't fail
Got to get ridin'that Gypsy Trail
Steel horse ride thru the night
Hear the engines wail...Ride that Gypsy Trail
Written by: Bobby Ingram, Phil McCormack, John GalvinChorus:
Get on board that Gypsy Trail
Nashville down to West Palm Beach
Said the boys we just can't fail
Got to get ridin'that Gypsy Trail
Steel horse ride thru the night
Hear the engines wail...
Ride that Gypsy...Ride that Gypsy...Ride that Gypsy Trail.
Coming into town at the speed of light
This is Franklin County you got that right
The law is on my trail...babe I gotta git
Around Rafes turn foot down to the floor
400 horses gimme more...more...more
Gotta get back to Hazzard you lnow I can't quit
Chorus:
White Lightning... say it with a smile
I'll be half way home accross six counties
Before you can blink an eye
White Lightning...say it with a smile
I'll be bumper to bumper passin' on the right side
Feelin' my machine man what a ride...
A hundred miles to go...almost there
Blue lights in my rear view mirror
Hell is at my back...my babys runnin' strong
Road block ahead I had to gear down
Thru Kelsys woods and eased my way around
Elvis on the radio singing my favorite song
When the weekend gets here baby
They come from near and far
Reverned with a twenty dollar bill
Holds a bible and a mason jar
Chorus:
White Lightning... say it with a smile
I'll be half way home accross six counties
Before you can blink an eye
White Lightning...say it with a smile
I'll be bumper to bumper passin' on the right side
Feelin' my power man what a ride...White Lightning!!!
Mama & Aunt Queenie get to cookin'
Everything gets right...
We'll all be at church on Sunday
Right now it's Saturday night...
Written by: Bobby Ingram, Phil McCormackChorus:
White Lightning... say it with a smile
I'll be half way home accross six counties
Before you can blink an eye
White Lightning...say it with a smile
I'll be bumper to bumper passin' on the right side
Feelin' my machine man what a ride...
White Lightning... say it with a smile
I'll be half way home accross six counties
Before you can blink an eye
White Lightning... say it with a smile
I'll be bumper to bumper passin' on the right side
Feelin' my tension man what a ride...
White Lightning...Yes
Women think I'm tasty, always tryin' to waste me
Make me burn the candle right down...but baby, baby
I don't need no jewels in my crown
Its all you women is low down gamblers
Cheatin' like I don't know how...but baby...baby
There's fever in the funk house now
This low down bitchin' got my poor feet a itchin'
Don't you know the duece is still wild
Chorus:
Baby, I can't stay...you got to roll me and
Call me the Tumblin' Dice...
Always in a hurry, never stop to worry
Don't see the time flashin' by
Honey, got no money
I'm all sixes, sevens, and nines
Say now baby, I'm the rank outsider
You can be my partner in crime
Chorus:
Baby, I can't stay...you got to roll me and
Call me the Tumblin' Dice...Call me the Tumblin' Dice
Oh, my, my, my, I'm the lone crap shooter
Playin' the field every night
Written by: Mick Jagger, Keith RichardsChorus:
Baby, I can't stay...you got to roll me and
Call me the Tumblin' Dice...
(You got to roll me...)
Call me the Tumblin' Dice...
(You got to roll me...)
Call me the Tumblin' Dice... (You got to roll me...)
Chorus:
She was gone out of sight...
But she's on my mind...
Well, I've searched the world over
She might be the one to share my life
Or honey just help me thru the night
We rolled into Texas
I was feelin' mighty good
When I saw this Angel
Lookin' like she surely could
Standin' there with long blond hair
And the blue sky in her eyes
I can't remember the last time I forgot somethin'
I forgot my own name that night
Chorus:
She was gone out of sight...
But she's on my mind...
Well, I've searched the world high and low
And Darlin' I've got to say
Still think about you every day
Man we had a big ole time
Everything was right
Search the crowd still missin'
Lord my angel of the night
I turned to go and there she was
I daid Darlin' you made my day
She smiled and brought me to my knees
Said thanks and walked away...
Written by: Bobby Ingram, Phil McCormackChorus:
She was gone out of sight...
But she's on my mind...
Well, I've searched the world over
She might be the one to share my life
Or honey just help me thru the night...
Cause I have waited all my life
Yea I have waited all my life
For my Angel in Dixie
Old biker dream rollin' to the rally
In the wind with long legged Sally
Smell rice burnin' won't you step aside...Yea
True Americana is the only ride
Chorus:
I wanna live and ride free
Kickstart to Freedom don't tread on me
If I die...I die free...Kickstart to Freedom
Don't tread on me
Black leather and Chrome wheels
Loud and proud on hard cold steel
I wanna live and ride free...
Kickstart to Freedom don't tread on me
If I die...let me be...Kickstart to Freedom
Don't tread on me...
Raisin' hell all week down at Daytona
See in Sturgis in South Dakota...
Written by: Bobby Ingram, Phil McCormackChorus:
I wanna live and ride free
Kickstart to Freedom don't tread on me
If I die...I die free...Kickstart to Freedom
Don't tread on me...
I wanna live and ride free
Kickstart to Freedom don't tread on me
If I die...let me be...Kickstart to Freedom
Don't tread on me
Mama had dreams.. but Daddy had plans
I lived on Mama's love but learned from Daddy's hands
They gave me all the freedom to be who I am
Took me from boy to man...
I cherish the day's when they were alive
Mama taught me respect and how to feel inside
Daddy was busy workin' just tryin' to make a dime
He said son you gotta live and learn to survive
Chorus:
I saw a falling star...fall down from the sky
Stars fall for all the loved ones go by
May the dreams of Life be with you
Passed through the hands of time
I never dreamed those hands would be mine.
I was lucky to have her love...
I didn't have much time
I felt the love of my Mama's heart
I just wanted to say goodbye...say goodbye
Written by: Bobby Ingram, Phil McCormackChorus:
I saw a falling star...fall down from the sky
Stars fall for all the loved ones go by
May the dreams of Life be with you
Passed through the hands of time
I never dreamed those hands would be mine.
On the edge of sundown, a man rode into town
His clothes were old and dirty like the guns he wore low down
And as he rode the people stared, tried to look on him
He's the man who'll take your life, take your life to boothill
Sleeps by day and rides by night
Like a mongrel always lookin' for a fight
Got cold steel a bowie knife, just his way of life
He took no one, no not a sound, stares at the edge of town
Only time that he'll be found, is on the edge of sundown
Take you for your dollars babe, take you for your gold
Make your life so miserable, he's gonna leave you mean and cold
And then he'll head on out, to another town
The only time when he'll be found, is on the edge of sundown
Next time he'll be sundown.
He's a killer and a robber and he'll make you grieve
Shoot you in the back or in your sleep
Got no name or identity
Livin' in the wind, he's free---