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Yeah!
Here comes Amos!

Well Amos Mоses was a cajun,
He lived by himself in the swamp.
He hunted alligatоrs fоr a livin,
He just knocked em in the head with a stump.
The Louisiana law gоnna get ya Amos,

Well hello there neighbor how do you do
There's something I'd like to say to you
Are you're from my homeland my sunny homeland
Now tell me friend how could it be

yeah

well alright

Well 'ole south side of Chicago
Is the baddest part of town
And if you go down there
You better just beware
Of a man name of Leroy Brown

Now Leroy more than trouble
You see he stand about six foot four

Well now listen people let me tell you some news
I'll sing a song called the crude oil blues
We're low on heat'n oil we're low on gas
And I'm so cold I'm 'bout to freeze myself
We got the crude oil blues
Cause the winter time sure gets cold to the bottom of my shoes
Well my hands are shakin' and my knees are weak
But it ain't because of love it's from the lack of heat¨

East bound and down, loaded up and truckin’,
we’re gonna do what they say can’t be done.
We’ve got a long way to go and a short time to get there.
I’m east bound, just watch ol’ «Bandit» run.

Keep your foot hard on the pedal. Son, never mind them brakes.
Let it all hang out ’cause we got a run to make.
The boys are thirsty in Atlanta and there’s beer in Texarcana.

Well I hear the train a comin' she's gonna rollin' round the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when
But I'm stuck in Folsom Prison oh the time keeps draggin' on
And that train keep a rollin' on down to San Antone

Well now I bet there's rich folks eatin' in a fancy dining car
I bet they're drinkin' coffee chewin' on big cigars

Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
And left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown, I'd left Kingston
With my guitar up under my coat

I hitchhiked all the way down to Memphis
Got a room at the YMCA
For the next three weeks

Well, I know it's kind of late
I hope I didn't wake you
But what I got to say can't wait
I know you'd understand
Every time I tried to tell you
The words just came out wrong
So I'll have to say I love you in a song

That big eight wheeler rollin' down the track
Means your true lovin' Daddy ain't commin' back
Because I'm Movin' On
I'll soon be gone
You where flying too high for my little old sky
So I'm Movin' On

That big loud whistle as it blew and blew

When John Henry was a little baby
Sittin' on his mama's knee
Well he picked up a feather and a piece of steel
And said that's gonna be the death of me
Lord, Lord, Lord that's gonna be the death of me
Well John Henry had a little woman
Name of Polly Ann
Well John got sick had to lay down on the bed

Take the last train to Clarksville,
And I'll meet you at the station.
You can be be there by four thirty,
'Cause I made your reservation.
Don't be slow, oh, no, no, no!
Oh, no, no, no!

'Cause I'm leavin' in the morning

Well hello, Boogie Palace
I'm sittin' here alone
Listening to the music
Of electric saxophones

Now, there ain't no sexy dresses
And there ain't no beehive hair
Just boys who look like girls

Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms rollin' in my sweet baby's arms
Lay around the shack till the mail train comes back
I'm rollin' in my sweet baby's arms
[ fiddle ]
I ain't gonna work on the railroad I ain't gonna work on the farm
I'll lay around the shack till the mail train comes back
I'm rollin' in my sweet baby's arms

Well, I guess it was back in '63,
When eatin' my cookin' got the better of me,
So I asked this little girl I was goin' with to be my wife.
Well, she said she would, so I said, 'I do'.
But I'da said, 'I wouldn't' if I'da just knew how sayin' 'I do'
Was gonna screw up all o' my life.

Well, the first few years weren't all that bad.

Son yeah some people say a man's made outta mud
But a poor man's made outta muscle and blood
Muscle and blood skin and bone a mind
That's weak and a back that's strong

You load sixteen tons what do you get
Another day older and deeper and debt
St Peter don't you call me I can't go

They call you the bandit
An outlaw untamed
Shackled only by freedom
You wear no man's chain
Some say they despise you
Well maybe they do
But deep down inside them
I bet they wish they were you

The devil went down to Georgia.
He was lookin' for a soul to steal.
He was in a bind 'cause he was way behind,
And he was willin' to make a deal,

When he came across this young man
Playin’ on a guitar and picking it high.
And the devil jumped up on a hickory stump and said,

You heard about the legend of Jesse James
John Henry just to mention some names
But there's a truck driving legend in the south today
A man called Bandit from Atlanta G.A.

Every gear jammer knows his name
They swear he got icewater runnin in his veins
Foot like lead, and nerves like steel

The preacher went out a huntin', it was on one Sunday morn'
It was against his religion, but he took a shotgun along
He got himself a mess o' mighty fine quail and one old scraggly hare
And on the way home he crossed the path of a great big grizzly bear
Well the bear got down lookin' ready to charge
The preacher never seen nothin' quite that large
They looked each other right smack in the eye

West bound and down, 18 wheels a rollin'
a'we gonna do what they say can't be done
We've got a long way to go and a short time to get there
I'm west bound just watch ol'Bandit run

Keep your foot hard on the peddle...son, never mind them brakes
let it all hang out cause we've got a run to make
The boys are thirsty in Atlanta,and there's beer in Texarcana

You say you ain't never met a man quite like me
And you gonna love me for the rest of your life
You even talkin' bout startin' a family
Settlin' down and becomin' my little wife

Well I've been fed that line before
And I can't digest that kinda talk anymore
You guessed it honey I'm tellin' you bye bye bye