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Hayseed Dixie Album



2004
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Fat Bottom Girls
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If you're havin' trouble with the high school head
He's givin' you the blues
You wanna graduate but not in his bed
Here's what you gotta do
Pick up the phone, I'm always home
Call me any time
Just ring 36 24 36, hey
I lead a life of crime

Dirty deeds done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds done dirt cheap
(Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap)
(Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap)

You got problems in your life of love
You got a broken heart
He's double dealin' with your best friend
That's when the teardrops start, fella
Pick up the phone, I'm here alone
Or make a social call
Come right in, forget 'bout him
We'll have ourselves a ball, hey

Dirty deeds done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds done dirt cheap
(Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap) Oh
(Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap) Yeah

If you got a lady and you want her gone
But you ain't got the guts
She keeps naggin' at you night and day
Enough to drive you nuts
Pick up the phone, leave her alone
It's time you made a stand
For a fee, I'm happy to be
Your back door man, hey

Dirty deeds done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds done dirt cheap
(Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap) Yeah
(Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap)
(Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap)
(Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap)

Concrete shoes, cyanide, T.N.T.
(Done dirt cheap)
Neck ties, contracts, high voltage
(Done dirt cheap)

Dirty deeds done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds
...
Done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds
Dirty deeds, dirty deeds
Done dirt cheap, yeah

. . .

Fat Bottom Girls

[No lyrics]

. . .


Wanna tell you a story
'Bout a woman I know
When it comes to lovin'
Oh, she steals the show
She ain't exactly pretty
She ain't exaclty small
42-39-56
You could say she's got it ALLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!

Never had a woman, never had a woman like you
Doin' all the things, doin' all the things you do
Ain't no fairy story
Ain't no skin-and-bones
But you give all you got, weighin' in at nineteen stone

You're a whole lotta woman
A whole lotta woman
I gotta whole lotta Rosie
A whole lotta Rosie
A whole lotta Rosie
I gotta whole lotta woman, yeah-yeah-yeah

Honey, you can do, do it to me all night long
Only one can turn, only one can turn me on
All through the night-time
Right around the clock
To my suprise, Rosie never stops

You're a whole lotta woman
A whole lotta woman
I gotta whole lotta Rosie
A whole lotta Rosie
A whole lotta Rosie
I gotta whole lotta woman, yeah-yeah-yeah

You're a whole lotta woman
A whole lotta woman
I gotta whole lotta Rosie
A whole lotta Rosie
A whole lotta Rosie
I gotta whole lotta woman, yeah-yeah-yeah

. . .


She was a fast machine
She kept her motor clean
She was the best damn woman that I ever seen
She had the sightless eyes
Telling me no lies
And knockin' me out with those American thighs
Taking more than her share
Had me fighting for air
She told me to come, but I was already there
'Cause the walls started shaking
The earth was quaking
My mind was aching
And we were making it

And you
Shook me all night long
Yeah, you
Shook me all night long

Working double time
On the seduction line
She was one of a kind, she's just mine all mine
Wanted no applause
Just another course
Made a meal out of me and come back for more
Had to cool me down
To take another round
Now I'm back in the ring to take another swing
But the walls were shaking
The earth was quaking
My mind was aching
And we were making it

And you
Shook me all night long
Yeah, you
Shook me all night long
And knocked me out
I said, you
Shook me all night long
You had me shaking and you
Shook me all night long

Yeah, you shook me
When you took me

Ah, you
Shook me all night long
You really took me and you
Shook me all night long
Yeah yeah, you
Shook me all night long
You really got me and you
Shook me all night long
Yeah, you shook me
Yeah, you shook me all night long

. . .


Can't explain all these feelings that your making me feel
My hearts in overdrive and your behind the steering wheel
Touching you, touching me
Touching you, God you're touching me
I believe in a thing called love
Just listen to the rhythm of my heart
There's a chance we could make it now
We'll be rocking till the sun goes down
I believe in a thing called love
Ooh

I wanna kiss you every minute every hour everyday
You got me in a spin but everything is a okay
Touching you, touching me
Touching you, God you're touching me

I believe in a thing called love
Just listen to the rhythm of my heart
There's a chance we could make it now
We'll be rocking till the sun goes down
I believe in a thing called love
Ooh guitar

Touching you, touching me
Touching you, God you're touching me

I believe in a thing called love
Just listen to the rhythm of my heart
There's a chance we could make it now
We'll be rocking till the sun goes down
I believe in a thing called love
Ohh

. . .


If you like to gamble, I tell you I'm your man
You win some, lose some, it's all the same to me
The pleasure is to play, makes no difference what you say
I don't share your greed, the only card I need is
The ace of spades, the ace of spades

Playing for the high one, dancing with the devil
Going with the flow, it's all a game to me
Seven or Eleven, snake eyes watching you
Double up or quit, double stake or split
The ace of spades, the ace of spades

You know I'm born to lose and gambling's for fools
But that's the way I like it, baby
I don't wanna live for ever
And don't forget the joker

Pushing up the ante, I know you got to see me
Read 'em and weep, the dead man's hand again
I see it in your eyes, take one look and die
The only thing you see, you know it's gonna be
The ace of spades, the ace of spades

. . .


I feel uptight on a Saturday night
Nine o' clock, the radio's the only light
I hear my song and it pulls me through
Comes on strong, tells me what I got to do

I got to get up
Everybody's gonna move their feet
Get down
Everybody's gonna leave their seat
You gotta lose your mind in Detroit Rock City

Get up
Everybody's gonna move their feet
Get down
Everybody's gonna leave their seat

Getting late, I just can't wait
Ten o'clock and I know I gotta hit the road
First I drink, then I smoke
Start the car and I try to make the midnight show

Get up
Everybody's gonna move their feet
Get down
Everybody's gonna leave their seat

Moving fast down 95
Hit top speed but I'm still moving much too slow
I feel so good, I'm so alive
Hear my song playing on the radio, it goes

Get up
Everybody's gonna move their feet
Get down
Everybody's gonna leave their seat

Twelve o'clock, I gotta rock
There's a truck ahead, lights staring at my eyes
Oh, my God, no time to turn
I got to laugh 'cause I know I'm gonna die, why?

Get up
Everybody's gonna move their feet
Get down

Get up
Everybody's gonna move their feet
Get down

. . .


I'll eat when I get hungry
I'll drink when I get dry
If the life I live don't kill me
Then I guess I'll never die
I'll tune up my fiddle
I'll rosin up my bow
And find a girl to hold me tight
Anywhere I go

Corn liquor corn liquor's what I cry
If you don't give me corn liquor boy
Somebody's gonna die
Somebody's gonna die oh lord
Somebody's gonna die

If the creek it was corn liquor
And I was a government man
I'd drink the whole thing dry
And tell the folks "Do what you can"
Got a guitar in my left hand
Got a pistol in my right
And I don't give a good goddamn
If we play or if we fight

Corn liquor corn liquor's what I yell
If you don't give me corn liquor boy
Then I'll see you in hell
Corn liquor corn liquor's what I cry
If you don't give me corn liquor boy
Somebody's gonna die
Somebody's gonna die oh lord
Somebody's gonna die

If I spend all my money
My money's mine alone
And I ain't never killed a man
What he left me to my own
I'll make my own corn liquor
I'll grow my own smoke too
And if I drink and smoke till I can't stand up
What the hell is it to you

Corn liquor corn liquor's what I yell
If you don't give me corn liquor boy
Then I'll see you in hell
Corn liquor corn liquor's what I cry
If you don't give me corn liquor boy
Somebody's gonna die
Somebody's gonna die oh lord
Somebody's gonna die

***Alternative 2nd verse***
If the creek it was corn liquor
And I was a big mouth bass
I'd drink that sucker dry
Tell the trout to kiss my ass
Got a guitar in my left hand
Got a pistol in my right
And I don't give a good goddamn
If we play or if we fight

. . .


Baby, when I think about you, I think about love
Darling, I don't live without you and your love
If I had those golden dreams of my yesterday
I would wrap you in the heaven, feel it dying on the way

I feel like making
I feel like making love, I feel like making love
I feel like making love, I feel like making love to you

Baby, if I think about you, I think about love
Darling, if I live without you, I live without love
And if I had the sun and moon, and they were shining
I would give you both night and day, love satisfying

I feel like making
I feel like making love, I feel like making love
I feel like making love, I feel like making love to you

And if I had those golden dreams of my yesterday
I would wrap you in the heaven, feel it dying all the way
I feel like making
I feel like making love, I feel like making love

Oh baby, I feel like making love, I feel like making love to you
Feel like making love, oh baby, I feel like making love
Feel like making love, I feel like making love to you

. . .

Walk This Way

[No lyrics]

. . .


It was one of those nights when you turn out the lights
And everything comes into view
She was taking her time, I was losing my mind
There was nothing that she wouldn't do

It wasn't the first, wasn't the last
She knew we was making love
I was so satisfied deep down inside
Like a hand in a velvet glove

Seems like a touch, a touch too much
Seems like a touch, a touch too much
Too much for my body, too much for my brain
This damn woman's gonna drive me insane
She's got a touch, a touch too much

She had the face of an angel, smiling with sin
The body of venus with arms
Dealin' with danger, strokin' my skin
Like a thunder and lightening storm

It wasn't the first, wasn't the last
It wasn't that she didn't care
She wanted it hard, wanted it fast
She liked it done medium rare

Seems like a touch, a touch too much
Seems like a touch, a touch too much
Too much for my body, too much for my brain
This damn woman's gonna drive me insane
She has a touch, a touch too much
Touch me!

Seems like a touch (touch too much)
You know it's much too much (much too much)
I really wanna feel ya (touch too much)
Girl, you know you're givin' me (much too much)

Seems like a touch
Just a dirty little touch
I really need your touch
'Cause you're much too much too much too much

Seems like a touch
A touch too much
Seems like a touch
A touch too much

Give me your touch
A touch too much
Baby you've got a touch
A touch too much

Seems like a touch
A touch too much
A touch too much
A touch too much

A touch too much
Touch, come on and touch me!
Yeah! ahh!

. . .


Let's go, does she walk, does she talk, does she come complete
My homeroom, homeroom angel has exploded from my seat
She ain't pure like snowflakes, no one could ever stain
The memory of my angel could never cause me pain

The years go by, I'm looking through a girlie magazine
And there's my homeroom angel on the pages in between

My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold
My angel is a centerfold, angel is a centerfold
My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold
My angel is a centerfold

Slip me notes under the desk, I was thinking about her dress
I was shy, I turned away before she caught my eye
I was shakin' in my shoes whenever she flashed in baby blues
Somethin' had a hold on me when angel passed close by

Those soft and fuzzy sweaters too magical to touch
To see her in that negligee is really just too much

My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold
My angel is a centerfold, angel is a centerfold
My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold
My angel is a centerfold

Hey it's okay, I understand this ain't no never, never land
I hope that when this issue's gone, see you when your clothes are on
Take your car, yes we will, take your car and drive it
Take it to a motel room, take 'em off in private

A part of me has just been ripped, the pages from my mind are stripped
Oh, no, I can't deny it, oh yeah I guess I gotta buy it

My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold
My angel is a centerfold, angel is a centerfold
My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold
My angel is a centerfold

My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold
My angel is a centerfold, my blood runs cold, oh yeah
My angel is a centerfold, my angel is a centerfold, oh yeah

. . .


I'm keepin your poop in a jar
Till the day you come back, so don't forget just what you are
Yeah im keepin your poop in a jar

I thought you took everytihng ,but you left somethin behind.
I scooped it out, i bottled it up. and now its there to stand by the bed to remind me
The taste i could't forget, you're just a piece of poop

Im keeping your poop in a jar,
Till the day you come back so dont forget just what you are,
yeah im keepin your poop in a jar.

I had a moment of weakness once,
I was feeling alittle down.
So i opened the lid for a smell.
Then it all came back to me baby, when the vapor was rubbed,
I remembered you well. It all came back to me, it was just a piece of poop.

Im keepin your poop in a jar, until you come back so dont forget just what you are,
yeah im keepin your poop in a jar, heyaw everybody sing,
Im keepin your poop in a jar,
Till the day you come back so dont forget just what you are yeah im keepin your poop in a jar,
Im keepin your a poop in a jar.

. . .


Living easy, loving free
Season ticket on a one-way ride
Asking nothing, leave me be
Taking everything in my stride
Don't need reason, don't need rhyme
Ain't nothing that I'd rather do
Going down, party time
My friends are gonna be there too

I'm on the highway to hell
On the highway to hell
Highway to hell
I'm on the highway to hell

No stop signs, speed limit
Nobody's gonna slow me down
Like a wheel, gonna spin it
Nobody's gonna mess me around
Hey Satan, paid my dues
Playing in a rocking band
Hey momma, look at me
I'm on my way to the Promised Land

I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to hell
I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to hell

Don't stop me

I'm on the highway to hell
On the highway to hell
I'm on the highway to hell
On the highway to hell

Highway to hell
I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to hell
I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to hell
I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to hell

And I'm going down all the way

I'm on the highway to hell

. . .


I was standing by my window,
On one cold and cloudy day
When I saw that hearse come rolling
For to carry my mother away

Will the circle be unbroken
by and by, Lord, by and by
There's a better home a-waiting
in the sky, Lord, in the sky

I said to that undertaker
undertaker please drive slow
for this lady you are carrying
Lord, I hate to see here go

Will the circle be unbroken
by and by, Lord, by and by
There's a better home a-waiting
in the sky, Lord, in the sky

Oh, I followed close behind her
Tried to hold up and be brave
But I could not hide my sorrow
When they laid her in the grave

Will the circle be unbroken
by and by, Lord, by and by
There's a better home a-waiting
in the sky, Lord, in the sky

I went back home, my home was lonesome
missed my mother, she was gone
all of my brothers, sisters crying
what a home so sad and lone

Will the circle be unbroken
by and by, Lord, by and by
There's a better home a-waiting
in the sky, Lord, in the sky

We sang the songs of childhood
Hymns of faith that made us strong
Ones that Mother Maybelle taught us
Hear the angels sing along

Will the circle be unbroken
by and by, Lord, by and by
There's a better home a-waiting
in the sky, Lord, in the sky

Will the circle be unbroken
by and by, Lord, by and by
There's a better home a-waiting
in the sky, Lord, in the sky

. . .


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