Don't Tread on Me!

Don’t Tread on Me!
I won’t go easy.
Don’t Tread on Me!
I’m doing just fine!

I don’t need,
your hand to feed me,
Me and God,
we’re doing just fine.

I was born,
the son of a farmer.
I learned to work,
the fields all day.

When the work is done,
I reap my rewards.
As I’ve earned
the right to play.

So,

Don’t Tread on Me!
I won’t go easy.
Don’t Tread on Me!
I’m walking the line!

I don’t need,
your hand to feed me,
Me and God,
we’re doing just fine.

Now your saying,
you don’t like this country.
Or what’s became,
our way of life.

You preach of change,
that your gonna save us.
All I have to do,
is give up what’s mine.

Don’t get me wrong,
I don’t mind helping.
I’ve got nothing ,
but love for my fellow man.

But when you go reaching,
your hand in my pocket.
And you’re trying
to take my land.

To give to some
big corporation.
Well I think it’s time,
I make my stand.

Don’t Tread on Me!
I won’t go easy.
Don’t Tread on Me!
I’m walking the line!

I don’t need,
your hand to feed me,
Me and God,
we’re doing just fine.

But that's just me, I play the clown

I met this girl it felt so special, made me feel so pure.
Like all my life I had a disease and now I found the cure.

I wish that time could have petrified with how I felt right there.
The world was free, and just for me, floating without a care.

But just as fast as time stood still, it all came crumbling down.
I found that she had another man and she’d been fooling around.

Using me to pass the time, cause he was not around.
But that’s just me, I play the clown.

Oh that’s just me, and that’s my story.
Oh that’s just me, and how it goes.
A love that’s pure I don’t deserve it.
For all the years I fooled around.

So I’ll go on, and keep on playing.
This silly game that we call life.
My aching heart, will keep on breaking.
My desperate soul, will search again.
I’ll fall down, and get up and start a climbin’.
Till she knocks me down again.

But that’s just me, I play the clown.
Oh that’s just me, and that’s my story.
Oh that’s just me, and how it goes.
A love that’s pure I don’t deserve it.
For all the years I fooled around.

A love that’s pure I don’t deserve it.
For all the years I fooled around.

down at the, Coal Bucket Saloon

motorcycles lining the parking lot,
as far as the eye can see,
from the distance you hear the rumblin’,
of more of them fillin’ the streets,

the main stage show might be over,
but the real fun’s bout to begin,
so round up all of them piggy’s,
head'em on back to the pen.

the dance floor looks like a barnyard,
fille with leather-clad, furry ol’ men,
and the girls are all shootin’ down whiskey,
workin’ the nerve to jump in,

the people here might not be pretty,
but a funner group you’ll never meet,
just a hootin’ and hollerin’ and carrying on,
as they’re all stompin’ their feet.

the boys here like to get rowdy,
so bouncers just give’m some room,
we don’t need no Patrick Swayze,
down at the … Coal Bucket Saloon.

now the place’s gettin’ crowded,
the girls have drunk up their nerve,
they’re headin’ out in the middle,
riling up all the herd,

you can hear the crowd getting louder,
the real show’s bout to begin,
the laws of acceptable behavior,
well here they’re able to bend.

when the girls start takin’ their clothes off,
fella’s just give’m some room,
things tend to get crazy,
down at the … Coal Bucket Saloon.

the dance floor looks like a barnyard,
filled with leather-clad, furry ol’ men,
and girls all shootin’ down whiskey,
workin’ the nerve to jump in,

people here might not be pretty,
but a funner group you’ll never meet,
just a hootin’ and hollerin’ and carrying on,
as they’re all stompin’ their feet.

people here like to get rowdy,
so everyone give’m some room,
everyone likes to get crazy,
down at the … Coal Bucket Saloon.

Chances are…..

chances are,
I’ve done too wrong for her to stay,
chances are,
she won't care what I have to say,
I’ll end up sad and lonely tonight,
chances are…

the odds are stacked against me,
no matter how I play,
should just let her leave,
she was too good for me anyway,
chances are…

I don’t know why,
I tried to make it work in the first place,
spending all this effort,
was really such a waste,
might as well,
let it happen, and just deal with the pain,
chances are…

but if it weren’t for taking chances,
and going against the odds,
I would never had the chance to hold her body,
so tightly in my arms.

working up the courage,
to ask her out on that first night,
never thinkin’ I had a chance,
but she looked so pretty in that moonlight,
and when I picked her up that Friday,
man what a sight,
and I’m not gonna let her get away this easy,
not without a fight,
chances are…

chances are,
I can convince her to stay,
chances are,
I’ll make it up to her some way,
chances are,
I can find the right words to make her stay,
and if I’m lucky,
I won’t end up alone tonight,
chances are…….

Let Freedom Ring.

I saw a caravan full of gypsies traveling all around this land,
trying to make sure and take in all they could see.
I saw wild horses running in a wide open field,
bucking and galloping so loud and proud,
as they made their way across the prairie.



I saw a group of teenagers on an old rope swing,
sneaking off sips of ol’ Jim Bean,
workin’ up the courage to take the plunge,
someone’s gonna make it from that top rung,
and everyone wondering which one it would be.

I saw all the things that we have all forgot,
in our daily jobs where we get brainwashed,
and forget what happiness, it really means.

That’s what I saw when I looked into her eyes,
as she told me stories from somewhere inside,
reminding me what it really meant to dream.

All these pictures running through my mind,
took me to a better place and time,
and they all seemed to center around just one thing.

And as I snuck in for that first kiss,
the fireworks that went off, which really gave the final gist,
of just what this girl she meant to me.

As the kiss was over, I took off my hat,
threw it in the air right where I was at,
yelling out loud
let freedom ring.

I saw little barefoot kids running round in the creek.
I saw a climber striving for the final mountain peak.

I saw a soldier who just came back from the war,
knowing exactly what he was fighting for,
kissing the ground as he reached our soil,
yelling out loud,
let freedom ring.

That’s what I saw when I looked into her eyes,
as she told me stories from somewhere inside,
reminding me what it meant to really dream.

All these pictures running through my mind,
took me to a better place and time,
and they all seemed to center around one thing.

As I snuck in for that first kiss,
the fireworks that went off, which gave the final gist,
of just why this angel was sent to me.

All I could say as I took off my hat,
threw it in the air right where I was at,
yelling out loud
let freedom ring.

The freedom in her eyes.

hair as dark as midnight,
skin as pure as snow,
a pretty smile that stretched on forever,
wherever she would go,
the way she laughed so gently,
the soft touch of her hand,
there was magic in every moment,
that could melt down any man.

inspired so much by this lady,
I couldn’t begin to summarize,
but nothing quite as amazing,
as the freedom in her eyes.

the way they craved adventure,
they were always on the go.
they would drift off in her thoughts,
wherever her mind would roam.
enjoying everything surrounding them,
not willing to sit around and just go stale.
watching the entire world around them,
taking in every detail.

not a thing being taken for granted,
that others might pass right by.
not by this amazing lady,
with freedom in her eyes.

hair as dark as midnight,
skin as pure as snow.
a pretty smile that stretched on forever,
wherever she would go.
the way she laughed so gently,
the soft touch of her hand.
there was magic in every moment,
that could melt down any man.

inspired so much by this lady,
I couldn’t begin to summarize,
but nothing quite as amazing,
as the freedom in her eyes.

that big ol' hat don't make ya a cowboy.

(talking)
he came a struttin' in the room like the cock of the walk,
with his shined up boots and his 10 gallon hat,

turning all the heads with his fancy duds,
all the girls began to flock to where he was at,

just a stylin' and profilin' making sure everybody saw he was "a real cowboy",
when the old man next to me in overalls,
turned and said:

(singing)

that big ol' hat don't make you a cow’boy,
them shiny boots ain't never rode,
my muddy boots been out breakin' stall’ions,
bet that sucka ain't never hauled a load,

if he knew what it took to be a cow’boy,
that fool would up and run away,
I’ve been shovelin' shit out the barn all morn’in’,
and after this beer,...
I gotta get back to mowing hay,

(talking)
see a real cowboy don't walk around all cocky,
cause a cowboys work can humble any man,
and I have half a mind to go’in sock him,
knock him flat, right there where he stands,

but spendin' the afternoon with the sheriff,
that hay won’t ever… get in the barn,
so I’m gonna finish this beer and get on outta here,
get my ass back to the farm,

son you just make sure you remember,
take this with you when ya go,
cause there's certain things in life,
(Singing)
that every man just ought’ a know,

like:


that big ol' hat don't make you a cow’boy,
them shiny boots ain't never rode,
my muddy boots been out breakin' stall’ions,
that sucka ain't never hauled a load,

if he knew what it took to be a cow’boy,
that fool would up an run away,
cause I’ve been shoveling shit out of the barn all morn’in’,
and after this beer,...
I gotta get back to mowing hay,

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Ive been shoveling shit out of the barn all mornin’,
and after this beer,...
I gotta get back to mowing hay,

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