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That's How They Do It In Dixie

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1.	That's How They Do It In Dixie	That's How They Do It In Dixie 1. That's How They Do It In Dixie (w/Gretchen Wilson , Big & Rich & Van Zant) Cut-off jeans an' cowboy boots, Long blonde hair an' dark brown roots. Lord, pinch me: That's how they do it in Dixie. Electric slidin' on a sawdust floor, Long-neck chaser for a, Shot of hard core whiskey: That's how they do it in Dixie. Little red Geo, stickers on the window says "Sugar n' spice. Baby, crank the bass up, ride it till you shake up Those pink fur dice. Oh, ain't that nice. Down to the river to go for a dip. Rollin' them Levis off of her hip. Goin' Big Kenny skinny: That's how they do it in Dixie. Splish-splash. Instrumental Break. Watermelon lip-gloss, kiss beneath the swamp moss, On a moonlit night. Bubble gum perfume, well placed tattoo, Above her hiney, high. (Oh my.) Belly button danglin', a twenty minute tan. You know, I'll go on Jerry Springer if you hit on my man. That girl will throw a hissy. That's how they do it in Dixie. Cut-off jeans an' cowboy boots, Long blonde hair an' dark brown roots. Lord, pinch me: That's how they do it in Dixie: Yeah, yeah now. Y'all, that's how we do it in Dixie. Whoo I love them girls man. In Dixie. That's how they do it in Dixie. That's right, class, that's how we do it in Dixie. Y'all, that's how we do it in Dixie. Bocephus for president. President of the honky-tonk. Aw, had some good rowdy friends on this one. Lyrics
2.	Family Tradition	Family Tradition Family Tradition Country music singers have always been a real close family But lately some of my kin folks have disowned a few others and me I guess its because I kinda changed my direction Lord, I guess I went and broke their family tradition They get on me, wanna know Hank, why do you drink Hank, why do you roll smoke Why must you live out the songs that you wrote Over and over everybody made my prediction So if I get stoned I'm just carryin on an old family tradition I am very proud of my Daddy's name Although his kinda music and mine ain't exactly the same Stop and think it over, put yourself in my position If I get stoned and sing all night long It's a family tradition So don't ask me, Hank, why do you drink Hank, why do you roll smoke Why must you live out the songs that you wrote If I'm down in a honkytonk Some old slicks tryin to give me friction I say leave me alone I'm singin all night long It's a family tradition Whooo Lordy, I have loved some ladies And I have loved Jim Beam And they both tried to kill me in 1973 And when that doctor asked me Son, how did you get in this condition I said, hey, sawbones I'm just carryin on An old family tradition So don't ask me, Hank, why do you drink Hank, why do you roll smoke Why must you live out the songs that you wrote Stop and think it over Try and put yourself in my unique position If I get stoned and sing all night long It's just a family tradition Lyrics
3.	All My Rowdy Friends Are Coming Over Tonight	All My Rowdy Friends Are Coming Over Tonight All My Rowdy Friends Are Coming Over Tonight I got ketchup on my blue jeans, I just burnt my hand Lord, it's hard to be a bachelor man I got girls that can cook, I got girls that can clean I got girls that can do anything in between I got to get ready, make everything right Cause all my rowdy friends are comin over tonight Do you want a drink, hey, do you want to party Hey, honey, this is ole Hank, ready to get the thing started We cooked the pig in the ground, got some beer on ice And all my rowdy friends are comin over tonight Now, my party pad is out in the woods It's a long, long way from here to Hollywood But I got some natural queens out on the floor And ole Miss Mississippi just walked through the door Got a little wirlpool just made for ten And you can jump out and you can jump in You can do anything that you wanna do But, uh-uhh, don't you step on my cowboy boots Do you want to drink, hey do you want to party Hey, this is ole Hank, ready to get this summer started I cooked a pig in the ground, we got some beer on ice And all my rowdy friends are comin over tonight Do you want to drink, hey, do you want to party Hey, hey, this is rockin, Randall Hank Ready to get the summer time started We cooked the pig in the ground We got some beer on ice All my rowdy friends are comin over tonight That's right, come on in Lyrics
4.	Country Boy Can Survive	Country Boy Can Survive A Country Boy Can Survive The preacher man says it’s the end of time And the Mississippi River she’s a goin’ dry The interest is up and the Stock Markets down And you only get mugged If you go down town I live back in the woods, you see A woman and the kids, and the dogs and me I got a shotgun rifle and a 4-wheel drive And a country boy can survive Country folks can survive I can plow a field all day long I can catch catfish from dusk till dawn We make our own whiskey and our own smoke too Ain’t too many things these ole boys can’t do We grow good ole tomatoes and homemade wine And a country boy can survive Country folks can survive Because you can’t starve us out And you cant makes us run Cause one-of- ‘em old boys raisin ole shotgun And we say grace and we say Ma’am And if you ain’t into that we don’t give a damn We came from the West Virginia coalmines And the Rocky Mountains and the and the western skies And we can skin a buck; we can run a trot-line And a country boy can survive Country folks can survive I had a good friend in New York City He never called me by my name, just hillbilly My grandpa taught me how to live off the land And his taught him to be a businessman He used to send me pictures of the Broadway nights And I’d send him some homemade wine But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife For 43 dollars my friend lost his life Id love to spit some beechnut in that dudes eyes And shoot him with my old 45 Cause a country boy can survive Country folks can survive Cause you can’t starve us out and you can’t make us run Cause one-of- ‘em old boys raisin ole shotgun And we say grace and we say Ma’am And if you ain’t into that we don’t give a damn We’re from North California and south Alabam And little towns all around this land And we can skin a buck; we can run a trot-line And a country boy can survive Country folks can survive Lyrics
5.	Whiskey Bent and Hell Bound	Whiskey Bent and Hell Bound Whiskey Bent and Hell Bound I've got a good woman at home Who thinks I do no wrong But sometimes, Lord, she just ain't always around And you know that's when I fall Now I can't help myself at all And I get whiskey bent and hell bound Play me some songs about a ramblin man Put a cold one in my hand Cause you know I love to hear those guitar sounds Don't you play, I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry Cause I'll get all balled up inside And I'll get whiskey bent and hell bound Sure enough about closin time About stoned out of my mind And I end up with some honkytonk special I found Just as sure as the mornin sun comes Thinkin of my sweet girl at home And I need to get whiskey bent and hell bound Play me the songs about ramblin man Put old Jim Beam in my hand Cause you know I still love to get drunk And hear country sounds But don't you play, Your Cheatin Heart Cause that'll tear me all apart I'll get whiskey bent and hell bound Yeah, old Hank's songs Always make me feel low down Lyrics
6.	Tear in My Beer	Tear in My Beer Tear in My Beer Hank Jr: There's a tear in my beer Cause I'm cryin for you, dear You are on my lonely mind Into these last nine beers I have shed a million tears You are on my lonely mind I'm gonna keep drinkin until I'm petrified And then maybe these tears will leave my eyes There's a tear in my beer Cause I'm crying for you dear You are on my lonely mind Hank Sr: Last night I walked the floor And the night before Both: You are on my lonely mind Hank Sr: It seems my life is through And I'm so doggone blue Both: You are on my lonely mind Hank Sr: I'm gonna keep drinkin til I can't move a toe And then maybe my heart won't hurt me so Both: There's a tear in my beer Cause I'm cryin for you dear You are on my lonely mind Hank Sr: Lord, I've tried and I've tried But my tears I can't hide Both: You are on my lonely mind Hank Sr: All these blues that I've found Have really got me down Both: You are on my lonely mind I'm gonna keep drinkin til I can't even think Cause in the last week I ain't slept a wink There's a tear in my beer Cause I'm crying for you dear You are on my lonely mind Lyrics
7.	If Heaven Ain't a Lot Like Dixie	If Heaven Ain't a Lot Like Dixie If Heaven Ain't a Lot Like Dixie If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie I don't wanna go If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie I'd just as soon stay home I was one of the chosen few To be born in Alabam I'm just alike my daddy's son I'm proud of who I am I went through a lot of good women And shook old Jim Beam's hand If I never see the pearly gates I've walked through the promised land If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie I don't wanna go If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie I'd just as soon stay home If they don't have a Grand Ole Opry Like they do in Tennessee Just send me to hell or New York City It would be about the same to me I've got wild honey trees and crazy little weeds Growin around my shack These dusty roads ain't streets of gold But I'm a happy right where I'm at All these pretty little southern belles Are a country boy's dream They ain't got wings or halos But they sure look good to me If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie I don't wanna go If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie I'd just as soon stay home If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie I don't wanna go If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie I'd just as soon stay home If they don't have a Grand Ole Opry Like they do in Tennessee Just send me to hell or New York City It would be about the same to me If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie I don't wanna go If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie I'd just as soon stay home If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie I don't wanna go If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie I'd just as soon stay home If they don't have a Grand Ole Opry Like they do in Tennessee Just send me to hell or New York City It would be about the same to me Lyrics
8.	Born to Boogie	Born to Boogie Born to Boogie Well, my momma met my daddy down in Alabama They tied the knot so here I am Born on the bayou on the Texas Line Loved Louisanana and raised on Jabalaya Now before I could walk I had a guitar in my hand By the time I could talk I had my own band Went on the road when I was eight years old When I turned fifteen I was stealing the show Money to burn and the girls were pretty It didn't take me long to learn that I was born to boogie When I was eighteen I went to Hollywood I met Elvis, Marilyn and Johnny B. Goode Got my guitar painted in the California sun A red cadillac having to much fun Now we were playing them halls and jamming then Until they moved me on over to MGM They said this is the boy we've been telling you about He lit a cigar and stuck his hand out He said son, have we got a deal for you Gonna make you a star give you fifty thousand too. I told him my Momma didn't raise no fool. I'll take your money I'll make you a movie But I can tell ya right now I am born to boogie Well, my name is Bocephus I drink whiskey by the gallon And I never back down and I love a good challenge What I do now is what I did then I like to get down with all my rowdy friends Now I can be sweet and I can be Mean I still got my hat and I still wear my jeans My shades are chromo My guitar is steal I you think I won't then believe me I will Get down on you baby because I ain't no rookie I was put here to party and I was born to boogie Lyrics
9.	Women I've Ever Had	Women I've Ever Had Women I've Ever Had like to play my music and have good time I love to hear no train rolling down the line I am into happy and I don't like sad I like to have women I never had I'll take a little smoke and a lot of wine I get high and I call old friends of mine I like the sweet young things and Old Grandad And I like to have women I've never had I like to ride my hoses and shoot my gun You know a cowboy's work is just never done I am in to bacics and I don't like fads And I like to have women I never had Hey, I don't mean to ever do anybody no wrong I was just born the son of a singer of songs I do things that makes some people mad And I like to have women I never had Lyrics
10.	Country State of Mind	Country State of Mind Country State of Mind That hot old summer sun make you beg for your next breath So you best be on the creek bank laid in the shade Chewin on a hickory twig, pass that bottle, I'll have me a swig I ain't got a lot, but I think I got it made, in the shade I'm just laid up here in a country state of mind Catchin these fish like they're goin out of style Drinkin this homemade wine Hey, if the sun don't come up tomorrow People, I've had a good time I’m just laid up here in a country state of mind I bet the old man's in the kitchen He's got my kind of music on his radio Oh, drinkin his beer and dialin up the request line Momma and old Aunt Joan Probably in the dining room tryin to use the phone Me, I'm thinkin about that girl and later tonight Oh, yeah I'm just laid up here in a country state of mind Hey, I'm atchin these fish like they're goin out of style I'm drinkin this homemade wine And if the sun don't come up tomorrow People, I've had a good time I’m just laid up here in a country state of mind You know, the red necks and the hippies They are in their discos and honkytonks Somewhere between raising hell and amazing grace Lord, I know just how they feel You gotta get out and kick up your heels And ain't it great to be livin in the USA Me, I'm laid up here in a country state of mind Catchin these fish like they're goin out of style And drinkin this homemade wine, all the time If the sun don't shine tomorrow People, I have had a good time I’m just laid up here in a country state of mind (I know where Hank Jr is) Yodel-ay-ee-oh, yodel-ay-ee-oh Yodel-ay-ee-hee Hee, hee Lyrics
11.	My Name Is Bocephus	My Name Is Bocephus My Name Is Bocephus I just came in here to have some whiskey and beer And say howdy to you all You all know me, it's Hank Williams, Jr, you see Hat and shades, beard and all Now I have heard, mmm hmm, I've gotten the word About all these silly imposters runnin around Let me tell you somethin now they ain't real They got no scars, they got no feel Why they don't know nothin about whiskey bent and hellbound Now I'm looking for a lover and I'm looking for some fun My name is Bocephus I'm a son of a gun Some of us are born with it, some of us don't ever, ever get it Thank God I'm a guitar man, and it's true I love the money And it's true I love all the honeys But the thing I really love is to get down with the band Not everybody loves me But those that do will fight Right to the end they're guitar friends From legendary Saturday Nights I learned something from Lynyrd Skynyrd From my Daddy and Ernest Tubb too I do country rock, I do blues Now I'm looking for a lover And I'm going to have some fun Oh, my name is Bocephus And I'm a son of a gun Some of us are born with it Some of em don't ever, ever get it Thank God I'm a guitar man Oh, it's true I love the money And I really, really love the honeys But the thing I really love is to get down with the band Lyrics
12.	Stirrin' It Up	Stirrin' It Up Stirrin' It Up All the talk shows, you know, geniouses and experts Looking to lay some blame Some on the left and some on the right Playing that controversy game I'm not in a real cheery mood so I think I'll call them up And them em, why don't you play some blues And both sides shut up But do we just love trouble Ain't the world got enough Without y'all stirrin it up I am from the old school Cowboy hat, sure enough Too damn old to change horses now Cause I would probably fall off I'm a little whiskey bent and slowed my roll And if you ain't real sure about me Why don't you take it up with Gretchen and Tim Rockin Shawn Hannity But you just love trouble Ain't the world got enough Without y'all stirrin it up Back off So some celeb has teed y'all off Well, I get teed off too Why didn't you know that you're supposed To except our point of view I have learned at the school of hard knocks Things change quite a bit Folks get all jacked up I don't really give a ... darn I got a little child and a fishing pole A can of worms and a boat I'm goin down to the river now And let all my problems float Yeah, I've mellowed a lot And I don't jump into things like I used to Hey, what'd you say Why, you son of a gun Now see what you made me do I don't want no trouble Ain't the world got enough Without y'all stirrin it up Stirrin it up Let the pot simmer (stirrin it up) Let the dust settle (stirrin it up) Let's try and get along And it'll be more better (Stirrin it, stirrin it, stirrin it up) (Stirrin it up) sick em, Rush (Stirrin it up) jump in there, Bill Stir it up, Shawn (Stirrin it up) (Stirrin it up) Lyrics