Lee Rocker – The Curse Of… / Racin’… lyrics

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FUNNY CAR GRAVEYARD
Ask Von Dutch, he don’t know
Then they rock, where they go
Hey man, where’s that ride
Where they go, where they hide

Well, they scrapped for metal
Or stole Ford parts
Or rusted away in a funny car graveyard

Where are all the Duke boys, General Lee
Green Hornet in an LTD
Richard Petty, being struck
Got no gas, got no luck

Well, they scrapped for metal
Or stole Ford parts
Or rusted away in a funny car graveyard

Andy’s squad car, up on blocks
What he wants it’s to keep it stock
PCH, GTO, STP
Go Man Go

Well, they scrapped for metal
Or stole Ford parts
Or rusted away in a funny car graveyard

Ask Von Dutch, he don’t know
Then they rock, where they go
Hey man, where’s that rde
Where they go, where they hide

Well, they scrapped for metal
Or stole Ford parts
Or rusted away in a funny car graveyard

 

RACE TRACK BLUES
Well, it all looked fine on paper
They say this one can’t lose
Five thrillin’ minutes later
You’re drownin’ in your shoes
From Lexington, Kentucky to the Carolina shore
This Philly runs like lightnin’
She’s never lost before

Race is over, race is through
Come tomorrow morning when the rent is due
Baby it ain’t funny, got the race track blues

Well, she leaves the starting gate like a bullet from a gun
Jockey whipped her once just to show he’s havin’ fun
Around the clubhouse turn, make a move, start to burn
Heard somebody say “you should have seen her yesterday”

Race is over, race is through
Come tomorrow mornin’, when the rent is due
Baby it ain’t funny, got the race track blues

Well I missed the daily double but I got my nightly fill
Sick of all this trouble gotta swallow a bitter pill
Hear the bugle call and my heart began to race
Put a hundred down just to win, show or place

Race is over, race is through
Come tomorrow mornin’, when the rent is due
Baby it ain’t funny, got the race track blues

Well I knew I was in trouble at the Sarasota Springs
Never won Trifecta, never feelin’ like a king
Rollin into Del Mar, rockin’ Hollywood Park
Money kept on burnin’ kept on burnin’ through the dark

Race is over, race is through
Come tomorrow mornin’, when the rent is due
Baby it ain’t funny, got the race track blues

 

ROCK THIS TOWN
Well, my baby and me went out late Saturday night
I had my hair piled high and my baby just looks so right
Well, pick you up at ten got to have you home by two,
Mama don’t know what I’ve got in store for you
Well that’s alright ‘cause we’re looking as cool as can be

Well we found a little place that really didn’t look half bad
I’ll have a whiskey on the rocks and change of a dollar for the jukebox
Well, I put a quarter right into that can, but all it played was disco, man
C’mon pretty baby, let’s get outta here right away.

We’re gonna rock this town, rock it inside out
We’re gonna rock this town, make ‘m scream and shout
Let’s rock, rock, rock man rock, rock
We’re gonna rock till we pop, We’re gonna roll till we drop
We’re gonna rock this town, rock it inside out

Well we’re having a ball just bopping on the big dance floor
Well there’s a real square cat he looks nineteen seventy four
Well, you look at me once, you look at me twice,
You look at me again there’s gonna be a fight
We’re gonna rock this town, we’re gonna rip this place apart

We’re gonna rock this town, rock it inside out
We’re gonna rock this town, make ‘m scream and shout
Let’s rock, rock, rock man rock, rock
We’re gonna rock till we pop, We’re gonna roll till we drop
We’re gonna rock this town, rock this place apart

We’re gonna rock this town, rock it inside out
We’re gonna rock this town, make ‘em scream and shout
Let’s rock, rock, rock man rock, rock
We’re gonna rock till we pop, We’re gonna roll till we drop
We’re gonna rock this town, rock it inside out

We’re gonna rock this town, rock it inside out
We’re gonna rock this town, rock it inside out

 

TEXARKANA TO PANAMA CITY
Oh, there’s a pick-up truck that’s rusting in the yard
And a barkin’ dog out front like he’s on guard
Well, the birds are singin’ in the trees
Ain’t nothing like the summer breeze
A hot wind is blowing through the trailer park

Well, just a mile further ain’t that far
Well, Main Street looks like an old postcard
Won’t you check the aisle, take the dollar gas
Won’t watch the convicts pick up trash
Livin’ on the land of the brave and free

Georgia, Carolina and Tennessee
These are places you really just gotta be
Alabama, Louisiana, Mississippi
From Texarkana down to Panama City

Well, past the tracks on the other side of town
They got a little shack that’s almost fallin’ down
They were drinkin’ whiskey with their friends
Well, don’t you know they’re drunk again
And you know that nothing’s ever gonna change

Well, they got themselves a rockabilly band
And I went there once to try to lend a hand
Yeah, the music is hot and the beers are cold
I ain’t that young, I ain’t that old
It’s the little things gonna satisfy our souls

They got the Nascar, NFL and the NRA
I’m so glad I’m livin’ in the USA
Alabama, Louisiana, Mississippi
From Texarkana to Panama City

They got a pick-up truck that’s rusting in the yard
And a barkin’ dog out front like he’s on guard
Well, the birds are singin’ in the trees
Ain’t nothing like the summer breeze
A hot wind is blowing through the trailer park

Georgia, Carolina and Tennessee
These are places you really just gotta be
Alabama, Louisiana, Mississippi
From Texarkana down to Panama City

They got the Nascar, NFL and the NRA
I’m so glad I’m livin’ in the USA
Alabama, Louisiana, Mississippi
From Texarkana to Panama City

 

THE RIVER RUNS
Mississippi darkness hear the drumbeat of the rain
Stuck outside of Memphis you can hear the flyer train
Standin’ at the crossroads 51 and 42
Well, the rain is sort of miles close my eyes and think of you
And the river runs

Rollin’ in like a thunder you can see the lightning strike
Drivin’ down the black top, rollin’ through the night
From Jackson down to Mobile all along the Gulf Coast shore
Well, the rain is fallin’ harder than it ever did before

And the river runs, I’m running too
Those days are done, those days are true
I’m movin’ on, to higher ground
Hear the echoes of the sand
And the river runs

Pourin’ through the drivin’ rain
The devil sits you here
Windscreen wipers marking time
Your fingers grip the wheel

Well, I’m searchin’ for the Graceland
With luck for sacred things
And there ain’t no use in cryin’
Just close your eyes and sing

And the river runs, I’m running too
Those days are done, those days are true
I’m movin’ on, to higher land
Hear the echoes of the sand
And the river runs
The river runs
The river runs

 

THE GIRL FROM HELL
I got a girl so wicked and mean
But she got big breasts
When every time I slow down
She won’t let me rest

She comes from hell
The bowels of hell
The girl from hell
As she casts a wicked spell

She makes me do everything she wants
She makes me her slave
Well, all my friends are so jealous
They think I’ve got it made

She comes from hell
The bowels of hell
The bowels of hell
The bowels of hell
The girl from hell
As she casts a wicked spell

She dances round an open fire
She dances in the nude
She keeps me up all night
Practising her voodoo

She comes from hell
The bowels of hell
The bowels of hell
The bowels of hell
She comes from hell
As she casts a wicked spell

The girl from hell
The bowels of hell
The girl from hell
As she casts a wicked spell

 

SAY WHEN
Say when, you want to be my baby
When, you’re feeling blue
If you send some words by little blue birds
Then, I’ll come running home for you

When, you want to talk things over
When, you know it’s true
If you let me know, honey
Then, I’ll show you that I’ll come running home for you

Just remember when you’re tired of living all alone
I will always be as close to you as that telephone

Say when, you want to be my baby
When, you’re feeling blue
If you send some words by little blue birds
Then, I’ll come running home for you

Just remember when you’re tired of living all alone
Well, I will always be as close to you as that telephone

Say when, you want to talk things over
When, you know it’s true
If you let me know, honey
Then, I’ll show you that I’ll come running home for you

Say when, you want to be my baby
When, you’re feeling blue
If you send some words by little blue birds
Then, I’ll come running home for you

 

LOST ON THE HIGHWAY
She was standing in the shadow
By a flood green light
Like a ghost or like an angel
From a long lost night

She said it was easy
But she’s seen a lot of things
The years been passed
Like the Santa Ana winds
Feels like it was only yesterday
Lost on the highway

The bar was empty
And the air was hot
In a darkened corner stood
An old jukebox

Filled with records from yesterday
I grabbed a couple of quarters in the music play
And it played, feels like it was only yesterday
Lost on the highway

Last time I’m seeing you, you’re crying
The rain was falling from your eye
I drove all night like I was flying
Five hundred miles down the lost highway

We knocked a few back
And had some laughs
Talked about the past
The good and the bad

She said to know just to how it feels
To loose everything beneath the spinning wheel
It feels like it was only yesterday
I know there ain’t nothing left to say
Baby, we all got our price to pay
Lost on the highway

 

RUNNIN’ FROM THE HOUNDS
Dead’s man kinfolk tracking me down
Judge and the jury waiting in the town
Footprints on the river bank
Cover up my trail
Ain’t no way I’m gonna spend another night in jail
Runnin’ from the hounds

Flash lights, flash floods
Never will be found
Hiding in the marshes
Runnin’ from the hounds

Just like a shootout from the wild, wild west
Bullets fly right by, I can’t stop to rest
Running from the pouring rain
Breathing hard and fast
Must be catching up to me
I head a shotgun blast
Runnin’ from the hounds

Flash lights, flash floods
Never will be found
Hiding in the marshes
Runnin’ from the hounds
Runnin’ from the hounds

Juke joint justice, Louisiana law
Swamp land, understand
I can’t take no more
Sheriff on the radio
Calling to his boys
Heading for the interstate
Hear the city noise
Runnin’ from the hounds

Flash lights, flash floods
Never will be found
Hiding in the marshes
Runnin’ from the hounds
Runnin’ from the hounds

Dead´s man kinfolk tracking me down
Judge and the jury waiting in the town
Footprints on the river bank
Cover up my trail
Ain’t no way I’m gonna spend another night in jail
Runnin’ from the hounds

Flash lights, flash floods
Never will be found
Hiding in the marshes
Runnin’ from the hounds

Runnin’ from the hounds
Runnin’ from the hounds
Runnin’ from the hounds
Runnin’ from the hounds
Runnin’ from the hounds
Runnin’ from the hounds

 

RAMBLIN’
Forty miles of Abilene
Roll on pass to New Orleans
Got no cash, got no care
Hurricane in Jackson Square

San Antonio rocky point
Ramblin’ from joint to joint

California’s shaky ground
The devil wind is blowing down
An open road for a hundred miles
Driving fast with three flat tyres

The days are long and the nights are cold
Ramble down a lonesome road

San Antonio rocky point
Ramblin’ from joint to joint

From Illinois to Arlington
Frozen to the Gulf Coast
Mobile down to Mexico
Kansas City, Tupelo
Oklahoma, El Paso

Got a guitar painted black
Ain’t no way you’re turning back
Took the fire from the flame
You can’t stop the moving train

The days are long and the nights are cold
Ramble down a lonesome road

Forty miles of Abeline
Roll on pass to New Orleans
Got no cash, got no care
There’s a hurricane in Jackson Square

The days are long and the nights are cold
Ramble down a lonesome road

San Antonio rocky point
Ramblin’ from joint to joint

 

ROCKIN’ HARDER
I see you baby as you walk in down the street
I try to get you but you got the flying feet
You got the look, you got the taste, you got the style
I’m gonna get you if it takes a little while
I’m rockin’ harder, than I ever did before

I’m drinking whiskey and I’m drinking so much beer
I got to tell you that the day is getting near
Baby, baby there ain’t nothing left to say
Baby. baby I won’t let you get away
I’m rockin’ harder, than I ever did before

I wanna warn you that I’m feeling bulletproof
Baby, baby don’t you know that it’s the truth
Leap tall buildings and I’m faster than a train
Baby, baby I ain’t feeling any pain

Got my hair piled high, got my leather jacket on
I gott a rocking band they dance until it’s dawn
Ain’t nothing better than a rockabilly song
Baby, baby don’t you know I’m feeling strong
I’m rockin’ harder, than I ever did before

I wanna warn you that I’m feeling bulletproof
Baby, baby don’t you know that it’s the truth
Leap tall buildings and I’m faster than a train
Baby, baby I ain’t feeling any pain

I’m drinking whiskey and I’m drinking so much beer
I got to tell you that the day is getting near
Baby, baby there ain’t nothing left to say
Baby. baby I’ll get you get away
I’m rockin’ harder, never ever did before
I’m rockin’ harder, never ever did before

 

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