Down South Jukin‘ Lyrics

Call me the breezeI keep blowin' down the roadWell now, they call me the breezeI keep blowin' down the roadI ain't got me nobodyI don't carry me no loadAin't no change in the weath...Read Full Lyrics

Eleven times I been busted, eleven times I been to jailSome of the times I been there nobody could go my bailWell it seems to me, lord that this ol' boy just don't fitWell I can ju...Read Full Lyrics

Big wheels keep on turningCarry me home to see my kinSinging songs about the south-landI miss 'ole' 'bamy once again and I think it's a sinWell I heard Mister Young sing about herW...Read Full Lyrics

Call me the breezeI keep blowin' down the roadWell now, they call me the breezeI keep blowin' down the roadI ain't got me nobodyI don't carry me no loadAin't no change in the weath...Read Full Lyrics

Well, just keep on runnin' mama, 'till you can't run no moreYou no your sister told your mama 'bout the boy next doorWell, I see your sugar daddy comin' around the cornerI wonder i...Read Full Lyrics

Well Billy Joe told me, said everything's lookin' fineHe's got the place all secured, got the icebox full of wineHe said hurry on over and don't be lateHe got three lovely ladies w...Read Full Lyrics

Two feet they come a creepin'Like a black cat doAnd two bodies are layin' nakedA creeper think he got nothin' to loseSo he creeps into this house, yeahAnd unlocks the doorAnd as a ...Read Full Lyrics

Seven years of hard luck, comin' down on meFrom the Florida border, yes up to Nashville, TennesseeI worked in every joint you can name, mister, every honky tonkAlong come Mr. Yanke...Read Full Lyrics

Well, it's 8 o'clock in Boise, IdahoI'll find my limo driver, and mister, take us to the showI done made some plans for later on tonightI'll find a little queen and I know I can tr...Read Full Lyrics

I've got my pistols in my pockets boys I'm Alabama bound I've got my pistols in my pockets boys, I'm I'm Alabama boundWell, I'm not looking for no trouble But nobody dogs me 'round...Read Full Lyrics