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I love you reaction to this.. Eagles have ALOT of great songs... Actually I don't know that they have a bad song... I would like to make a suggestion if I may from a band from another band from Canada. They are from the early 70's also but this was filmed at a Canada State Prison in 1988 as a benefit for the prisoners.. Here's the link for the video: BACHMAN TURNER OVERDRIVE - Roll On Down The Highway.. Enjoy))
Que música más bella de Carlos Santana. Preciosidad de música, inigualable. Me quedaría las 25 horas oyendo esta música. Maravillosa oírla y bailarla. Fuera de todos los tiempos, eso sí era música. De la buena. Fui muy feliz en mi adolescencia.
Nugent is the biggest douchebag in rock history. I saw him in concert back in summer 93 with Brother Cain as the opener. Nugent's band came on and jammed for a few minutes after a great set by opener. When Ted finally came out, his guitar was so loud we could hardly hear anyone else.
Call up Trudy on the telephone Send a letter in the mail Tell her I'm hung up in Dallas And they won't let me outta this jail And if she asks you how I'm fairing Tell her I'm just about to lose my mind Worried about old Johnny Lee Walker And the girl I left behind Now Johnny Lee Walker was a card mechanic Had a hand for trouble and a eye for cash Luckiest man in Dallas County He had a gold watch chain and a black mustache And he loved his whiskey and he loved his women Drove a big long Cadillac limosine Kept a big fine fancy townhouse in Dallas And a hotel suite in New Orleans Carried a switchblade knife in his left hip pocket And a .44 hog leg up under his coat Cut you down in a New York minute If he catch you cheating that was all she wrote So call up Trudy on the telephone Send her a letter in the mail Tell her I'm hung up in Dallas And they won't let me outta this jail If she asks you how I'm fairing Tell her I'm just about to lose my mind Worried about old Johnny Lee Walker And the girl I left behind I just got to town last Friday evening Sure as hell didn't mean to stay I was on my way back to Louisiana Had a powerful thirst and six months pay I met a peroxide blonde in a bar on D-ville I was flying high and feeling mean Poured down a bottle and a half of red eye I dropped 35 dollars in the slot machine And the boys in the back was dealing 7 card I set down and won me a 110 I was raking in chips like Grant took Richmond Till big Johnny Lee come a strolling in He ripped off the table like a 707 Pretty soon he done won all of my bread I accused him of cheating he reached for a pistol I grabbed a chair and went upside of his head Then I took off a running like a motorcycle Heard the bullets whining and sirens wail But it took half the cops in Dallas County Just to put one coolest boy in jail So call up Trudy on the telephone Send her a letter in the mail Tell her I'm hung up in Dallas And they won't let me outta this jail And if she asks you how I'm fairing Tell her I'm just about to lose my mind Worried about old Johnny Lee Walker And the girl I left behind So call up Trudy on the telephone Send her a letter in the mail Tell her I'm hung up in Dallas And they won't let me outta this jail And if she asks you how I'm fairing Tell her I'm just about to lose my mind Worried about old Johnny Lee Walker And the girl I left behind
Well, the eagle's been flyin' slow And the flag's been flyin' low And a lotta people sayin' that America's fixin' to fall Well, speakin' just for me And some people from Tennessee We've got a thing or two to tell you all This lady may have stumbled But she ain't never fell And if the Russians don't believe that They can all go straight to hell We're gonna put her feet back On the path of righteousness and then God bless America again And you never did think That it ever would happen again In America, did you? You never did think That we'd ever get together again We damn sure could We're walking real proud And we're talkin' real loud again In America you never did think That it ever would happen again From The Sound up in Long Island Out to San Francisco Bay And everthing that's in between them is our own And we may have done a little bit Of fightin' amongst ourselves But you outside people best leave us alone 'Cause we'll all stick together And you can take that to the bank That's the cowboys and the hippies And the Rebels and and the Yanks You just go and lay your hand On a Pittsburgh Steelers' fan And I think you're gonna finally understand And you never did think That it ever would happen again In America, did you? You never did think That we'd ever get together again We damn sure could We're walking real proud And we're talkin' real loud again In America you never did think That it ever would happen again And you never did think That it ever would happen again In America, did you? You never did think That we'd ever get together again We damn sure could We're walking real proud And we're talkin' real loud again In America you never did think That it ever would happen again
People say I'm no good And crazy as a loon 'Cause I get stoned in the mornin' I get drunk in the afternoon Kinda like my old blue tick hound I like to lay around in the shade And I ain't got no money But I damn sure got it made … 'Cause I ain't askin' nobody for nothin' If I can't get it on my own If you don't like the way I'm livin' You just leave this long haired country boy alone … Preacher man talkin' on TV Puttin' down the rock and roll Wants me to send a donation 'Cause he's worried about my soul He said, "Jesus walked on the water" And I know that it's true But sometimes I think that preacher man Would like to do a little walkin' too … But I ain't askin' nobody for nothin' If I can't get it on my own If you don't like the way I'm livin' You just leave this long haired country boy alone … A poor girl wants to marry And a rich girl wants to flirt A rich man goes to college And a poor man goes to work A drunkard wants another drink of wine And a politician wants your vote I don't want much of nothin' at all But I will take another toke … But I ain't askin' nobody for nothin' If I can't get it on my own If you don't like the way I'm livin' You just leave this long haired country boy alone
Molly Hatchet is the most underrated so called “”southern rock” band. I’m more of a passing fan of southern rock. Ask any person in a so called southern rock band and they’ll tell you they just play rock. Anyway, Skynyrd gets all of the oxygen. I can’t point to one hit of Molly Hatchet that stands out more than the rest, but I’ll tell you, “Gator Country” is a Bible passage of southern rock in the manner in which it catalogues some of the other prominent southern rock acts in the lyrics. The way Danny Joe tells it you just know it’s an anthem that will live forever and to me, the song doesn’t knock other acts. It more or less gives them their props and basically says “we’re happy being us.” I like that. Other genres like rap and hip hop s**t talk every other act. Why? If you like that stuff (which I don’t because it’s more like beat or street poetry set to a Moog or Casio drum machine. Rock on Danny Joe. You live on in your music.
