Medicine Show - Big Audio Dynamite

Headed down south to the land of the pines I'm thumbin' my way into North Caroline Starin' up the road And pray to God I see headlights I made it down the coast in 17 hours Pickin' me a bouquet of dogwood flowers And I'm a hopin' for Raleigh I can see my baby tonight So rock me, mama, like a wagon wheel Rock me, mama, anyway you feel Hey, mama, rock me Rock me, mama, like the wind and the rain Rock me, mama, like a south-bound train Hey, mama, rock me Runnin' from the cold up in New England I was born to be a fiddler in an old-time string band My baby plays the guitar I pick a banjo now Oh, the North country winters keep a gettin' me now Lost my money playin' poker so I had to up and leave But I ain't turnin' back To livin' that old life no more So rock me, mama, like a wagon wheel Rock me, mama, anyway you feel Hey, mama, rock me Rock me, mama, like the wind and the rain Rock me, mama, like a south-bound train Hey, mama, rock me Walkin' to the south out of Roanoke I caught a trucker out of Philly Had a nice long toke But he's headed west from the Cumberland Gap To Johnson City, Tennessee And I gotta get a move on fit for the sun I hear my baby callin' my name And I know that she's the only one And if I die in Raleigh At least I will die free So rock me, mama, like a wagon wheel Rock me, mama, anyway you feel Hey, mama, rock me Rock me, mama, like the wind and the rain Rock me, mama, like a south-bound train Hey, mama, rock me

Two hobos on a railroad line I'm getting ready to go Pulling on a bottle of burgundy wine I'm getting ready to go Well, they couldn't hear that southbound whistle when The Dixie flyer burned around the bend And it punched their tickets for the promise land I'm getting ready to go Sweet home, loving Heaven, Heaven Sweet home, can't ya hear me singing low? Sweet home, lordy, I'll be traveling So throw the gates wide open 'Cause I'm getting ready to go Two magpies on a telephone wire I'm getting ready to go Singing to the corn like a Heavenly choir I'm getting ready to go Old farmer John must be sleeping sound They shucked that corn and passed it around But the old man's wife got her shotgun down I'm getting ready to go Sweet home, loving Heaven, Heaven Sweet home, can't ya hear me singing low? Sweet home, lordy, I'll be traveling So throw the gates wide open 'Cause I'm getting ready to go Listen here pal 'fore your road is run And your tightrope breaks in two It's a mighty big world you're standing on And it keeps going round without little old You know who Boodle-am boodle-am boodle-am boodle-am boo Toodle-am toodle-am toodle-am toodle-am too Shake a leg, shake a leg, shake a leg, shake a leg now Break a leg, drag a leg, shake a leg, grab a leg, break a leg, shake a leg now Well, it's so long, good luck, great to know you I'm getting ready to go May the Lord above take a liking to you I'm getting ready to go Well, it's a short life of trouble so don't make more When death comes creeping 'round your back door It don't knock twice brother that's for sure I'm getting ready to go Sweet home, loving Heaven, Heaven Sweet home, can't ya hear me singing low? Sweet home, lordy, I'll be traveling So throw the gates wide open 'Cause I'm getting ready to go Throw the gates wide open 'Cause I'm getting ready to go

Hush up, honey, don't you cry Things are gonna get better in the by-and-by And there ain't a thing for a poor man In this world Work through the winter, work through the spring Yeah plant my corn and taters and then it wouldn't rain And there ain't a thing for a poor man In this world Now I got down on my knees Lord I thought I'd pray Along come a great big flood Washed everything away And there ain't a thing for a poor man In this world Work through the winter, Lord, work through this fall All I got for Christmas was a pair of overalls And there ain't a thing for a poor man In this world Well I got down on my knees Looked up to the sky All I can think of is to ask the good Lord why And there ain't a thing for a poor man In this world Well hush up, honey, Lord don't get down You know that I love you every way around And there ain't a thing for a poor man In this world And there ain't a thing for a poor man In this world

"Now I can't say exactly what did happen You just don't understand unless you been through it" Hey yeah! Hey yeah! Awh! I got soul, dress got holes Got a brand new van, gun and Cherokee Driving fast like flashes past, the cops are chasing me Hotpants, she looked fine, she said that she was mine She was cute, torched my suit and that's the bottom line It's a man's man's world in America Jump back in my cell Please please please in America Slipping into hell On my trail, car chase boogaloo FBI, CIA, and the Russians too Kicking down the door, couldn't take no more When I'm about there is no doubt that papas' word is law It's a man's man's world in America Jump back in my cell Please please please in America Slipping into hell "Life can be bright in America If you can fight in America Life is all right in America If you're all-white in America" High speed chase on my case Radio ahead A.P.B. after me They said, I shot the bed It's a man's man's world in America Jump back in my cell Please please please in America Slipping into hell Shooting up her mink ("Get the hell out of the car!"), gunshots in the air Jumpback my car ("Get out of the car!"), goodfoot out of there Roadblock ahead, try to flag me down ("Drop to your knees!") Soul power and miles per hour ("Drop to the ground"), feet don't touch the ground Cause I got soul, dress got holes Intent to kill, but she loves me still It's a man's man's world in America Jump back in my cell Please please please in America Slipping into hell Hey yeah! Cause it's a man's man's world in America Jump back in my cell Please please please in America Slipping into hell Keep goin' I got soul, I'm Superbad Living in America sure does drive you mad It's a man's man's world in America Jump back in my cell (hey yeah!) Please please please in America Slipping into hell Bullets hit the wheel, riccochet could sweat Talking loud, black 'n' proud, said, papa don't mess Can you walk the line, rookie read my rights Million hits did the splits, this is dynamite! Funky time behind, road block up ahead Driving fast flashes past, Superbad, I said Papas' on the run with a cherokee and gun People need a hit when you're chasing number 1 It's a man's man's world in America Jump back in my cell (hey yeah!) Please please please in America Slipping into hell "I got you" "I'm sorry"

Make a stand before you fall Your country needs you to play football "Wake up cunt", you hear the call All for one and one for all All for one and one for all What happened to you men of might When things were wrong, you made them right All for one and one for all All for one and one for all Now in the classroom, well, I was told 'Bout the Empire, how you were bold A pint of beer like passes by Your spirits squased just like a fly Your spirits squased just like a fly Across this green and pleasant land The powers slipping through your hand All for one and one for all All for one and one for all "Wake up cunt", you hear the call Your country needs you to play football Make a stand before you fall All for one and one for all All for one and one for all God bless the Queen, her people too God bless this country and see us too All for one and one for all All for one and one for all "England!" "England!" "This other Eden, demi-paradise This precious stone set in the silver sea This realm, this England" "England!" "They trained for it" "God bless har sail and all who've bought it and I'm in labour" "We are here today"

Listening to a metal music prank that leads straight to the bank Each grunt and groan took literally some tired old rock star's fantasy Suburbia is such a drag, bargain nightmares in a bag Newspapers sell disaster and sin, and when the dustorm comes they say the Devil rides in Party down, eat your friend, B-movie stories never end Rock the house, shoot your mum, cheap thrills wrapped up in bubblegum Get down, burn the cat, the hardcore life is where it's at Loveboat, sub attack, beware of sudden impact Burnt out case from the neighborhood, converge one night deep in the wood The bat from hell arrived that night to make that picnic outtasite Satanic rights to a tune they knew well to make the party rock like hell Hold tight the ride begins, macho men with pimply skin Party down, eat your friend, B-movie stories never end Rock the house, shoot your mum, cheap thrills wrapped up in bubblegum Get down, burn the cat, the hardcore life is where it's at Loveboat, sub attack, beware of sudden impact Come fly with me, talk to the trees, the duststorm doesn't always please That's the gamble inside your head, let's play something else instead Hide and seek for a shock, I can see right through that rock Bang, you're dead the shit is real, someones scored a bum deal Party down, eat your friend, B-movie stories never end Rock the house, shoot your mum, cheap thrills wrapped up in bubblegum Get down, burn the cat, the hardcore life is where it's at Loveboat, sub attack, beware of sudden impact Teenage shrinks are all confused at the spread of drug abuse Meanwhile down at the games arcade the latest candies are displayed Guess what our kids got really cheap, the stuff that puts the elephants to sleep Not paradise but blown to hell, they took their sabbath tapes as well Party down, eat your friend, B-movie stories never end Rock the house, shoot your mum, cheap thrills wrapped up in bubblegum Get down, burn the cat, the hardcore life is where it's at Loveboat, sub attack, beware of sudden impact

(Go ahead London) Bad laugh?, Bad language Bad news, Bad When I'm at home My woman won't leave me alone And that's bad So bad So I walked out of the door And it seemed worse than before And that's bad So bad And the thought occurred to me How come that everything you see Is so bad So bad But before I realised it Hit by a truck and paralyzed And that's bad So bad A golden opportunity Claim my insurance polucy Hmmmmm... So bad These are the things that drive me crazy (Crazy, crazy, crazy) These are the things that make me bad (Go ahead London) (Crazy) Watch TV go grab a bite See a horror movie get petrified Gonna dye your hair use peroxide Smoke a split get red eye Hitler wanted to commit genocide To the allied foes he notified Went to Poland, the place he occupied They all had a war and millions died Jerry Lee Lewis had a child bride Only thirteen but he said he's justified Clint Eastwood starred on Raw Hide Now he lives in California off a mountain side Making love you got to be satisfied Make a mistake you got to be rectified Jesus Christ got crucified So the Empire Rome could get gratified These are the things that drive me crazy (Crazy, crazy, crazy) These are the things that make me bad (Make me bad) (Crazy) From the dump store I can see, To the dump society And that's bad So bad As diverse as it could be It's still cold and empty And that's bad So bad Close the floor That's the score You don't like it There's the door And that's bad So bad Attitudes of some would say I got money, I'm okay And that's bad So bad These are the things that drive me crazy (Crazy, crazy, crazy) These are the things that make me bad (Bad) (Crazy) Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Do it, do it, do it Got to modify your wheels if you want a lower ride On the windscreen says tax applied Play your music loud with an amplifier Eat selection bonafide Hawaii 50 does it on the side Gonna slap a victim, get your bullet fired Some people like to eat Kentucky Fried Others like a Big Mac and French Fries Nation's economy's on a downward slide On the best course of action no one can decide Company cheques got to be verified Old people got no money but they got their pride Cutting wheels is ironside East, sleep, work, cheat, nine to five Reagan won in a landslide Which brings us back to Raw Hide (Raw Hide) These are the things that drive me crazy (Crazy, crazy, crazy) These are the things that make me bad (Make me bad) (Crazy, crazy) (Go ahead London) (Crazy, crazy) These are the things that drive me crazy (Crazy, crazy, crazy) This is so fucking bad

On the Ginza Strip the 100th building on the 100th floor Dream team life enhancing behind the 100th door Sukiyaki carried me to this place Have to hari kari if ever I lose face Western girls at Lexington Queen Are the prettiest girls I've ever seen I'd gladly part with hard earned Yen Just so I could be with them Chainsmoking at the Singalong Bar Werged into the Subway Car Heat up some more rice wine Somebody just jumped on the line Robots have run amok on the factory floor Been 20 years at Sony and I can see 20 more Hi-tech sex, wireless sets, samurai Western ways, baseball games, apple pie Though some will say we imitate Produce the goods at a cheaper rate Faster too reduced in size Our ingenuitys' realised I had to grab a massage cab I left my briefcase at the lab Godzilla ate the bullet train Won't see Kyoto ever again Now Papa jumped the gun back in '41 Following the flag of the rising sun When Tojo did the Mojo, he was downed in flames U.S. Destroyer and kamikaze plan The West don't learn from history Doomed to repeat it endlessly We put the past on to Fuji And we erase it totally, yeah Soon, we'll be known as Great Japan Just like they do in Great Britain Spelt microchip and solid state The things that made this country great Sony