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Stone Blind Horses

There are some saints that have been forgotten

Like most of my drunken prayers

They say there’s a heaven somewhere above the yonder

Where there’s no more crosses to bear

Now there’s ghosts along the highways,

And there’s storms out on the seas

My only hope is somewhere in that heaven

Some one is saying a prayer for me

I been ridin’ stone blind horses

Never seen a reason to believe

Hey sweet Genevieve say a prayer for me

And the wild young cowboys, old drunks, paramours, and thieves

The high slurred whistle of a red wing blackbird

Sounds like he’s singing “oh that I might die”

It’s a song for those that have fallen

Unrepentant with no more alibis

I been ridin’ stone blind horses

Never seen a reason to believe

Hey sweet Genevieve say a prayer for me

And the wild young cowboys, old drunks, paramours, and thieves

Written by Ray Wylie Hubbard

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Groove

Some say it started in Mississippi
Others swear it was New Orleans
It could have been Detroit city
But Chicago was early on the scene

It come about from when a woman walkin
Sashaying down like she owned the street
A man with a guitar tried to emulate that
And fabricated a funky low-down beat

Was the groove, a soulful groove
Oh the groove, it’s a mighty thang
Oh the groove, it’s for all God’s children
Lord have mercy, let’s rejoice in the groove

Otis said try a little tenderness
Etta said she’s rather go blind
Curtis told the people to get ready
Marvin heard it through the grapevine

Mavis said respect yourself
Percy was out walking in the sun
Rev Al gonna take me to the river
Sam believed a change is gonna come

Was the groove, a soulful groove
Oh the groove, it’s a mighty thang
Oh the groove, it’s for all God’s children

There was some sisters & brothers by other mothers
They got the lowdown and they got it right
JJ Cale, Delaney, and Bonnie
Duck Dunn, Steve Cropper and Tony Joe White

You take the power of the Sunday gospel
The word of God with a tambourine
The bump and grind where the sensual meet the holy
It’s the salvation that the spirit needs

Was the groove, a soulful groove
Oh the groove, it’s a mighty thang
Oh the groove, it’s for all God’s children

Lookie here now:
Aretha told you ‘bout the chain of fools
Ray say what I say
Roy said treat her right
James tell ya to get up off that thing
Solomon say cry to me

Written by Ray Wylie Hubbard

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Only A Fool

God made the world and what’s on it and above it

The sun and the moon which is day and night

Made all the critters and then made man

God looked at the man and said, ”well that can’t be right”

So God set out to make a better being

Made another body and then up and smiled

Said this soul got a spirited disposition

It’s a glorious thing that’ll bear a child

Only a fool disrespect a woman

A woman is the best thing to ever take place

Man made the rules and broke ’em like he wanted

But lying don’t keep a woman satisfied

On August 18^th 1920

19th amendment was finally ratified.

A woman is veracious, and a man don’t listen

He ain’t gonna get it unless he hears it twice

A Woman is veracious and a man don’t listen

He ain’t gonna get it unless you tell him twice

Only a fool disrespect a woman

A woman is the best thing to ever take place

We all gotta answer for our transgressions

After we cast off this mortal shell

And when it’s time for the pearly gate confession

We may have to answer to God herself

Only a fool disrespect a woman

A woman is the best thing to ever take place

Written by Ray Wylie Hubbard

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Hellbent for Leather

The fly by night carnival is closing down
Time to get off this merry go round
Kids and rubes have left the fairgrounds
The rock and roll gypsies are getting’ out of town

Northeastern Oklahoma is calling my name
Gettin’ off the grid and the old shell game
Gonna transcend like Henry David Thoreau
And listen to sweetheart of the rodeo

So long city of angels
Goodbye Sunset and Vine
I’m leaving for Oklahoma
Adios Hollywood sign

The Warners record deal fell apart in L.A.
The technicolor life turned battleship grey
It was like I was Daniel in the lion’s den
Except no spirit appeared to save my skin

So I’m leaving here with the girl who shimmies
With her black eye liner and her handful of gimme
Taking a twin reverb with two blown speakers
Wearing my John Varvatos converse sneakers

So long city of angels
Goodbye Sunset and Vine
I’m leaving for Oklahoma
Adios Hollywood sign

Gram Parsons was right about the 31st floor
The earth is shaking and I can’t take it no more
So I’m heading due east hellbent for leather
Might even get the band back together

So long city of angels
Goodbye Sunset and Vine
I’m leaving for Oklahoma
Adios Hollywood sign

Written by Ray Wylie Hubbard

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Naturally Wild

So, there we were at that club in Austin

You were wearing your black leather jacket

The band was loud and not that good.

You said rock and roll is such a corporate racket

I said I don’t believe in nothing at all

Except I believe I’ll have another drink

You looked at me with those you’ve had enough eyes

Said your drunk is gettin’ blacker than India ink

So I’m going down in flames

Stark raving full tilt untamed

The prodigal son exiled

Some of God’s children just naturally wild

Some days I wanna jump outa my skin

I lost so many nights and the next days

Might be too late to reach for redemption

The forgotten and rotten ain’t got time to pray

So I’m going down in flames

Stark raving full tilt untamed

The prodigal son exiled

Some of God’s children just naturally wild

So, there we were at that club in Austin

They yelled last call from behind the bar

I walked to the stage and shouted “your band sucks”

Then I was in handcuffs cussing in the back of a police car

So I’m going down in flames

Stark raving full tilt untamed

The prodigal son exiled

Some of God’s children just naturally wild

Written by Ray Wylie Hubbard

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Fancy Boys

In this false and soulless age, we all tied to a great white whale
Blind faith and promises are hanging on a rusty nail
We all end up in Nashville scrounging for our next meal
When the devils lawyer shows up, says sign here it’s a hell of a deal

Hank Williams died on New Year’s Day in a Cadillac Fleetwood
And now fancy boys prance around on stages where Waylon once stood

An old preacher will appear just before our last breath
Saying whoever believes the word shall not taste death
Still, we stutter and stammer and fall down on our knees
We’re as desperate as a real estate agent at the Salton Sea

Hank Williams died on New Year’s Day in a Cadillac Fleetwood
And now fancy boys prance around on stages where Waylon once stood

They say our life flashes before us just before our soul leaves
And no one but God can see our sins, so that’s some relief
Now before the last waltz is over, a new song begins
And the vandals brought back the handles, so the pump is working again

Hank Williams died on New Year’s Day in a Cadillac Fleetwood
And now fancy boys prance around on stages where Waylon once stood

Where I’m going for my bad past ain’t gonna need a toothbrush
It’s gonna be more than soap in my mouth like when mama heard me cuss
Willie said roll him up and smoke him, it’d be easier with a bong
Just throw my ashes in the face of who’s got this week’s number one country song

Hank Williams died on New Year’s Day in a Cadillac Fleetwood
And now fancy boys prance around on stages where Waylon once stood

Written by Ray Wylie Hubbard

Administered by BMG Publishing

Texas Wild Side

Hey there Tammy, are you dancing uptown

Working at the Carousel where it’s all going down

The police and gangsters drinking together at midnight

Waiting for a glimpse of heaven when the light is right

Take a walk on the Texas wild side of life

Texas politicians are loco and mostly on the take

Selling old pipe dreams and talking like snakes

Now Jerry Jeff and Billy Joe was wild as they come

But they always told the truth no matter what they done

Take a walk on the Texas wild side of life

The Beatles learned cross harp due to a boy from old cow town

And a thing started in Austin after Willie’s Nashville house burned down

Outlaw country music blew up and went around the world

Along with psychedelic mushrooms and braless hippie girls

Take a walk on the Texas wild side of life

Written by Ray Wylie Hubbard

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Even If My Wheels Fall Off

I lost a headlight west of Tulsa

Going to see a woman who says she misses me

Low on gasoline, high on nicotine

She called me up and said baby come on home

I’m burning oil, running hot

Moving fast, breaks are shot

But I ain’t slowing down, even if my wheels fall off

I burnt my clutch out somewhere near Phoenix

Going to see a woman who says she needs me

I ain’t slept now since Amarillo somehow

She called me up and said baby come on home

I’m burning oil, running hot

Moving fast, breaks are shot

But I ain’t slowing down, even if my wheels fall off

I sideswiped a semi in downtown Barstow

Going to see a woman who says she wants me

I ain’t hurt, little blood on my shirt

She called me up and said baby come on home

I’m burning oil, running hot

Moving fast, breaks are shot

But I ain’t slowing down, even if my wheels fall off

I ran a roadblock east of L.A.

Going to see a woman says she loves me

I’m strung out and all wrung out

She called me up said baby come on home.

I’m burning oil, running hot

Moving fast, breaks are shot

But I ain’t slowing down, even if my wheels fall off

Written by Ray Wylie Hubbard

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Pretty Reckless

She come roaring down the street with her windows down
Playing Shine Along by the Black Crowes
Had a beer between her legs and wearing mirrored sunglasses
I’m pretty sure that she stole

She come screeching to a stop almost running over my boots said “Get your hillbilly ass in the car”
It’s ride or die, so I got in and sat down on a Hershey’s chocolate bar
She smiled and she floored it before I closed the door and said “Let’s go get some Tex Mex”
Then Chris sang “Appaloosa” she said “buckle up desperado we gonna make the Kessel run in 10 parsecs”

I love a woman who’s pretty reckless
Wears a bullet on a necklace
Ain’t ashamed of her redneckness

I love a woman who’s pretty reckless
Wears a bullet on a necklace
Ain’t ashamed of her redneckness
I love a woman who’s pretty reckless

At Garcia’s Cantina she ordered green chili enchiladas and 2 cervesas para la beuna suerte
The waiter looked at me and said “mamacita calente”
I smiled and said “ella es bastante salvaje”
She drank her second beer and said, “We should rob a bank”
I said “We could but it’s a holiday”
She said “Another time then, so let’s sneak into Antone’s and hear Charlie Sexton play”

Antone’s was packed with Austin’s dazed and confused
And the ah fish ee ah na doughs of the blues
Gurf Morlix sat in wearing Don Walser’s hat and some lime green tennis shoes
She said “Now I dig Led Zepplin’s Houses of the Holy but I think I love these guys more than Jimmy Page”
Then she threw back her hair, kissed me on the lips and said “If I was wearing a bra I’d throw it on the stage

I love a woman who’s pretty reckless
Wears a bullet on a necklace
Ain’t ashamed of her redneckness
I love a woman who’s pretty reckless

Written by Ray Wylie Hubbard

Administered by BMG Publishing

Ride or Die

She lit a fire and boiled some roots
Crunched up some mullein and jellybeans
Called on old ghosts and forgotten saints
Lined her eyes with copper Maybelline

She said a prayer to the mother of God
Wrapped a dime in a piece of tinfoil
Washed her hair with patchouli and peaches
Rubbed her breasts with sunflower oil

It’s ride or die (mortar o morir)
She’s betting everything on black lipstick
She got a double row tambourine
She dances around like Stevie Nicks

She wears earrings made of feathers and glass
And walks like she hears the Black Crowes in her head
Sometimes at night she does her money moves
It ain’t only babies who love shortnin’ bread

She wears a Levi jacket with lot of band patches
And plays the Stones Wild Horses on her stereo
Sometimes she pretends she is Marianne Faithful
Young and strung out in a south of France chateau

It’s ride or die (mortar o morir)
She’s betting everything on black lipstick
She got a double row tambourine
She dances around like Stevie Nicks

Written by Ray Wylie Hubbard

Administered by BMG Publishing