[Spoken:] [David Allan Coe:] I thought what was cool, was… uh, rocking Rita Looking for a Dimebag, like, people who don’t Know who you are think it’s some chick looking For dope. [Dimebag:] Exactly. [David Allan Coe:] [Laughs] [Dimebag:] You know it’s all about the lyrics. [David Allan Coe:] You know what I mean? [Dimebag:]…
[Spoken:] This is David Allan Coe and the Cowboys From Hell, And everything we do, we do 110%. That’s the Bottom line, and that means no compromise. I’m guilty, nut I’ll drink myself innocent Recklessly honest, but I’m content I ain’t scared of nothing, I’m in control I am my own master, nobody owns my…
We have one nanosecond In the spectrum of time Cause it’s about the dead It’s all in your mind Reality, senility Human race, outer space My head’s about to overload Explode, explode Alien forces live inside my brain I must obey them or I’ll go insane Procreation, concentration Penetration, ejaculation My head’s about to overload…
Talk about Indian rights and wrongs Sing a few more freedom songs Look to the spirit, ride the wind Let’s not walk that trail of tears again Digging up our sacred grounds Won’t you leave the dead alone Let the eagle fly and the buffaloes roam And give us back our home Cherokee cry Cherokee…
(feat. Hank Williams III) I’ve been cool for far too long Just a matter of time before I break I took more shit than I wanted to take You can’t look me in the eyes Somethings gone wrong and you know I know I’m like a stick of dynamite ready to blow I just can’t…
When you’re young You wanna believe Believe in love Believe in everything Time Seems to be on your side When you’re young And in love Time to move along, baby I’ve got this feeling Something’s going on I can’t make my mind up When I do I tell you, baby I’ll be through with you…
I don’t make promises that I can’t keep Got to keep moving, got no time to sleep Don’t talk to me about my future plans It’s time to go, I’m into one nite stands I’m into one nite stands I’m into one nite stands If you want wedding rings To put on your hands Don’t…
On this Heart Worn Highway Into the heat of night Look in your rear view mirror Tucson is out of sight Heading for Oklahoma Texas is still ahead Face on a Wanted poster Wanted alive or dead Destined to die an outlaw Bragging in every town Two steps ahead of danger Waiting to bring you…
Country music stars Like the catchy bars They smoke a lot of weed Yeah, those country singers Like to catch their buzz They love to drink whiskey Shotgun-Willie He got popped on the highway with A roach of that dearie in his ashtray Them cocaine cowboys just Don’t feel right unless they’re high Cowboys do…
We raise a lot of hell, drink a lot of booze Don’t need a damn reason for the things we do So break out the bottles and bring on the crowd Exercise your freedom, rowdy and loud Get down, let’s jam All night, that’s right Rebel meets rebel And that means trouble Rebel meets rebel…