Beer For My Horses .......... Toby Keith / Willie Nelson

Off The Hillbilly Hook .......... Trailer Choir

Cat Scratch Fever .......... Ted Nugent

La Di Da .......... Gina Gershon

Choctaw Bingo .......... James McMurtry

No Mas Cervesas .......... Mac Davis

Stranglehold .......... Ted Nugent

You Might Need A Hero Tonight .......... James McMurtry

Burning Memories .......... Mel Tillis

Song Of Blue .......... Carter's Chord

Show Them To Me .......... Rodney Carrington

If That Ain't Country (Part 2) .......... David Allan Coe

Let's Get Trashed .......... Mica Roberts / Toby Keith

Well a man come on the 6 o'clock news
Said somebody's been shot, somebody's been abused
Somebody blew up a building
Somebody stole a car
Somebody got away
Somebody didn't get too far yeah
They didn't get too far

Grandpappy told my pappy, back in my day, son
A man had to answer for the wicked that he done
Take all the rope in Texas
Find a tall oak tree, round up all of them bad boys
Hang them high in the street for all the people to see that

(Chorus)
Justice is the one thing you should always find
You got to saddle up your boys
You got to draw a hard line
When the gun smoke settles we'll sing a victory tune
We'll all meet back at the local saloon
We'll raise up our glasses against evil forces
Singing whiskey for my men, beer for my horses

We got too many gangsters doing dirty deeds
We've got too much corruption, too much crime in the streets
It's time the long arm of the law put a few more in the ground
Send 'em all to their maker and he'll settle 'em down
You can bet he'll set 'em down 'cause

(Chorus x2)

Verse 1

On a haystack kickin' back three bails high
Flat bed stage and a full moon light
Party on the farm all night long
With the moon shine flowin' till the break of dawn
Got the bon fires burnin like the stars in the sky
Were goin skinny dippin in the creek near by
Trollin' for some lovin, goin fishing in the dark
So pull on up and put your truck in park

Chorus:
Its off the hillbilly hook
off the redneck chain
Join the rebel revolution
it's a runaway train
We're country boys and girls
Take a real good look
We're gonna show you how to rock it
Off the hillbilly hook

Verse 2

Shake it side to side get ready to ride
I'm a red neck fool in a four wheel drive
Got a 12 gauge underneath the seat
Gonna a raise a little hell to a down on beat
Get as loud as you want cause we just don't care
Screamin' Lynyrd Skynyrd with our hands in the air
So grab a couple coolers and a couple of friends
It's a crazy kind of party that just don't end

(Chorus)

Get up get up, kick off them boots
Get up get up, you got nothin' to lose
Get up get up, kick off them boots
Get up get up, let us rock you

(Chorus)

It's off the hillbilly hook off the redneck chain
It's a family tradition
That aint never gonna change
We're the country boys and girls
Take a real good look
Were gonna show you how to rock it off the hillbilly hook
Get up get up
Yeahh
Get up get up
Yeahh
Get up get up
Yeahh
Get up get up
Yeahh
Get up
Yeahh
It's off the hillbilly hook
Ha ha ha ha ha

Well I don't know where they come from but they sure do come
I hope they comin' for me
And I don't know how they do it but they sure do it good
I hope there doin' it for free

They give me cat scratch fever
Cat scratch fever

well the first time that I got it I was just ten years old
I got it from some kitty next door
an I went to see the doctor and he gave me the cure
I think I got it some more

They give me cat scratch fever
Cat scratch fever
I got a bad scratch fever
The cat scratch fever
It's nothin dangerous
I feel no pain
I've got the choo-choo train
You know you got it when you... you going insane
It makes a grown man cry cry ...oh won't you make my bed

well I make the pussy purr with the stroke of my hand
They know they gettin' it from me
They know just where to go when they need their lovin man
They know I doin' it for free

They give me cat scratch fever
Cat scratch fever
They gotta bad scratch fever
The cat scratch fever

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Strap them kids in
Give 'em a little bit of vodka in a cherry coke
We're going to Oklahoma to the family reunion for the first time in years
It's up at uncle Slayton's cause he's getting on in years
You know he no longer travels but he's still pretty spry
He's not much on talking and he's just too mean to die
And they'll be comin' down from Kansas
and from west Arkansas
It'll be one great big old party like you never saw
Uncle Slayton's got his Texan pride
Back in the thickets with his Asian bride
He's got a Airstream trailer and a Holstein cow
He still makes whiskey 'cause he still knows how
He plats that Choctaw bingo every Friday night
You know he had to leave Texas but he won't say why
He owns a quarter section up by Lake Eufala
Caught a great big ol' blue cat on a driftin' jug line
Sells his hardwood timber to the shipping mill
Cooks that crystal meth because the shine don't sell
He cooks that crystal meth because the shine don't sell
You know he likes his money he don't mind the smel
lMy cousin Roscoe Slayton's oldest boy from his second marriage up in Illinois
He was raised in East St. Louis by his momma's people
Where they do things different
Thought he'd just come on down
He was going to Dallas Texas in a semi truck called from that big McDonald's
You know the one they built up on that great big ol' bridge
Across the Will Rogers Turnpike
Took the Big Cabin exit stopped and bought a couple of cartons of cigarettes
At that Indian Smoke Shop with the big neon smoke rings
In the Cherokee Nation hit Muskogee late that night
Somebody ran a stoplight at the Shawnee Bypass
Roscoe tried to miss 'em but he didn't quiteBob and Mae come up from little town
Way down by lake Texoma where he coaches football
They were two A champions now for two years running
But he says they won't be this year no they won't be this year
And he stopped off in Tushka at that "Pop's Knife and Gun" place
Bought a SKS rifle and a couple a full cases of that steel core ammo
With the berdan primers from some East bloc nation that no longer needs 'em
And a Desert Eagle that's one great big ol' pistol
I mean .50 caliber made by badass Hebrews
And some surplus tracers for that old BAR of Slayton's
Soon as it gets dark we're gonna have us a time
We're gonna have us a timeRuth Ann and Lynn come down from Baxter Springs
That's one hell raisin' town way up in Southeastern Kansas
Got a biker bar next to the lingerie store
That's got them Rolling Stones lips up there where everyone can see 'em
And they burn all night you know they burn all night you know they burn all night
Ruth Ann and Lynn they wear them cut off britches and those skinny little halters
And they're second cousins to me
Man I don't care I want to get between 'em
With a great big ol' hard on like a old bois d' arc fence post
You could hang a pipe rail gait from
Do some twisted sisters 'til the cows come home
And we'd be havin' us a time
Uncle Slayton's got his Texan pride
Back in the thickets with his Asian bride
He's cut that corner pasture into acre lots`
He sells 'em owner financed
Strictly to them that's got no kind of credit 'Cause he knows they're slackers
When they miss that payment
Then he takes it back
He plays that Choctaw Bingo every Friday night
Drinks that Johnny Walker at that Club 69
We're gonna strap them kids in give 'em a little bit o' Benadryl
And a cherry coke we're goin' to Oklahoma Gonna have us a time

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Here i come again now baby
like a dog in heat
tell it's me by the clamor now baby
i like to tear up the street,

now i been smokin for so long,
ya know im here to stay
got you in a stranglehold baby
you best get outta the way

road i cruise is a xxxxx now baby
but no you cant turn me round
and if a house gets in my way baby
ya know I'll burn it down

you ran the night that you left me
you put me in my place
i got you in a stranglehold baby
you gonna cross your face

yeah
sometimes you wanna get higher
and sometimes you gotta start low
some people think they gonna die someday
i got news ya never got to go

c'mon c'mon up (4 times)

c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon baby
c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon up
c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon baby
c'mon c'mon c'mon

road i cruise is a xxxxx now
ya know ya cant turn me round
and if a house gets in my way
ya know I'll burn it down

you ran the night that you left me
you put me in my place
i got you in a stranglehold baby
that night I crossed your face

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Tonight I'm burning old love letters photographs and memories of you
Hoping somehow I'll feel better and when the smoke is gone I won't want you
Burning mem'ries burning mem'ries memories of you that I can't use
My heart to you no longer matters and I can't live on memories
Into the fire those dreams you've shattered
And when the smoke is gone then I'll be free
(Burning mem'ries burning mem'ries)

Sing to me a song that's blue
I'll paint my eyes blue that's what I'll do
And if the sun is shinin' through
I'll smile for you
I'll smile for you

Cause I'm in love with your music
And I'm in love with your song
Yeah, and I'm in love with the days
that make the moments seem long
You make the moments seem long

Sing to me a song that bleeds
So I can hold your wounds close to me
And if you feel like kissin' me baby
I'll try hard to breathe
I'll try my hardest to breathe

Cause I'm in love with your music
And I'm in love with your song
Yeah, and I'm in love with the days
that make the moments seem long
You make the moments seem long

And I'm sick of the world
layin' emptiness at my feet now
And I'm sick of the lies
that keep burnin' my mind till it bleeds
You came from the shore that can
wash my hands clean
Now I'm free...I'm free to be me

I'm in love with your music
And I'm in love with your song
Yeah,and I'm in love with the days
that make the moments seem long
You make the moments seem long

Oh it seems to me this whole world's gone crazy
There's too much hate and killin goin on
But when I see the bare chest of a woman
My worrys and my problems are all gone
No one thinks of fightin, when they see a topless girl
Baby if you would show yours too, we could save the world

Show them to me, show them to me
Unclasp your bra and set those puppies free
They'd look a whole lot better without that sweater baby I'm sure you'll agree
If you got, two fun bags,
Show them to me

I don't care if they don't match or ones bigger than the other
You could show me one, and I'll imagine the other
Even if you're really old, theres nothing wrong
Don't be sad your boobs ain't bad, they're just a little long

Show them to me, show them to me
Lift up your shirt and let the whole world see
Just disrobe, show your globes and a happy man I'll be
If you got, dos chichi's,
Show them to me

I've met a lot of them, but never one I've hated
Even if you've had thirteen kids and you think they look deflated
Theres no such thing as a bad breast, I believe this much is true
If you're a big fat man I'm a titty fan and I'd love to see yours toooo

Show them to me, show them to me
Just like the girls gone wild on T.V.
Just lean back and show your rack and I'll be in ecstasy
If you got two casabas
Show them to me

All the world will live in harmony
It'll do you good, it'll give me wood, we'll make history
If you love your country, I'm gonna say it one more time,
I said if you love your country yea
Then stand your ass up and show them big old titties to me

Well I'm just an old man now covered with scars
Most of them I got fightin' in them redneck bars
And A bunch of brand new tattoos that Squench put on me

He covered up the ones I'd gotten years ago
Back in prison when I was just Dave Coe
And I wasn't famous then and I wasn't free

You know I grew up in a three room run down shack
At the foot of the hill by the railroad track
Where decent folks don't go when the sun goes down

My daddy worked at the Goodyear tire and rubber company
And he worked on cars
My momma went to church and my daddy went to bars
Most people just called it the hillbilly part of town

I had a '55 Chevy when I was fifteen
I painted it red cause I was still green
Hell I couldn't even afford to buy it gas

Had a .410 rifle and a bowie knife to
Red Man tobacco that I liked to chew
And we'd count the cars when the trains went past
And if that ain't country i'll kiss your ass

Chorus
If that ain't country it'll hair lip the pope
If that ain't country it's a damn good joke
I've been on the Grand Ol Opry and I know Johnny Cash
And if he ain't country i'll kiss your ass

You know one of my sisters was a lady of the night
Then one day she saw the light
Now she don't do those things that she used to do

She never made the funeral when my daddy died
I said I'd forgive her but I guess I lied
Cause there ain't no way to hide the way that I feel

Me and my brothers took our sister Diane
Down to the funeral home to see the old man
Jimmy was the oldest and Diane she was the youngest one

Jack and Ray was in the middle and then there was me
And I'm the one that turned 23
And grew up to be that yankee's rebel son

Times are changing I heard Bob Dylan say
It's been fifteen now since my father passed away
But I can still picture him in his overalls

Standin' around the house where he made his deals
Around the porch there was a bunch of old wheels
And some used Harley Davidson parts that he sold for cash

There was fifty holes in an old tin roof
Me and my family was livin' proof
Everybody called us old poor white trash
And if that ain't country i'll kiss your ass

Chorus
If that ain't country it'll hair lip the pope
If that ain't country it's a damn good joke
I've been on the Grand Ol Opry and I know Johnny Cash
And if he ain't country i'll kiss your ass

And if that ain't country i'll kiss your ass
And if that ain't country i'll kiss your ass

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