Aloha From Nashville Head South Darrell Scott EMI April Music, Inc / House of Bram (ASCAP) Head south in the morning, just take off with no warning Tell your boss you need a change of scene Head south if you're feeling your homesick heart is reeling And get yourself a bowl of butterbeans Anywhere east of the Rio Grande- gets you a cane pole in your hand- fry a mess of fish up on the bank Cross that Mason-Dixon line, leave your cares and worries behind - sit out under a willow tree and think Head south, are you listening - you don't know what you're missing - from Virginia shores to the Gulf of Mexico Head south to Kentucky, Blue Ridge Mountains if you're lucky - from the Florida Keys to the banks of the Ohio You will feel the heart of Texas swing Dixieland down in New Orleans - Delta blues on the side of the riverbank Country soul down in Tennessee - and that mountain music's all right by me - hot jambalaya you're in the land of Hank Head south God amighty - ain't the thought of it exciting - crab cakes cornbread crawfish and barbeque Head south, horn of plenty, for the few and the many - all the south is missing man is you Banjo Clark Verlon Thompson and Darrell Scott EMI April Music, Inc / House of Bram / Verlonsongs (ASCAP) Old Joe Clark he made his mark when cotton was king And late at night 'neath the shanty light you could hear that banjo ring It would ring out for the master who was listening on the hill And it would ring out for the babies who were sleeping quiet and still Round and round old Joe Clark Round and round, I say Round and round old Joe Clark until the break of day When he came out of the belly of that ship of slavery he was holding to his banjo but it was not on his knee And someone said, "Hey here's a strong one and he can entertain So we'll let you keep your banjo, but Clark's gonna be your name" Round and round old Joe Clark Play it when I say Round and round old Joe Clark or they'll carry you away Round and round He learned to play the melodies of Cork and county Claire He even played for Lincoln once, outside the courthouse square Then he went down to New Orleans, they call it Dixieland But everywhere that old Joe played, he was still a hired hand Round and round You'll Never Leave Harlan Alive Darrell Scott EMI April Music, Inc / House of Bram (ASCAP) In the deep, dark hills of eastern Kentucky That's the place where I trace my bloodline And it's there I read on a hillside gravestone "You will never leave Harlan alive" Well my grandad's dad walked down Katahrin's Mountain And he asked Tillie Helton to be his bride He said, "Won't you walk with me out of the mouth of this holler or we'll never leave Harlan alive" Where the sun comes up about ten in the morning And the sun goes down about three in the day And you fill your cup with whatever bitter brew your drinking And you spend your life just thinking how to get away No one ever knew there was coal in them mountains Til a man from the northeast arrived Waving hundred dollar bills, he said "I'll pay you for your minerals" But he never left Harlan alive Well Granny, she sold out cheap and they moved out west to Pineville To a farm where Big Richland River winds And I'll bet they danced them a jig, and they laughed and sang a new song "Who said we'd never leave Harlan alive?" But the times, they got hard and tobacco wasn't selling And old Granddad knew what he'd do to survive He went and dug for Harlan coal and sent the money back to Granny But he never left Harlan alive It's A Great Day To Be Alive Darrell Scott EMI April Music, Inc / House of Bram (ASCAP) I got rice cooking in the microwave I got a three day beard, I don't plan to shave And it's a goofy thing but I just gotta say, I'm doing all right I think I'll make me some homemade soup I'm feeling pretty good and that's the truth It's neither drink nor drug induced, no I'm just doing all right And it's a great day to be alive I know the sun's still shining when I close my eyes It's hard times in the neighborhood But why can't everyday be just this good It's been fifteen years since I left home Said good luck to every seed I'd sown Gave it my best, then I left it alone I hope they're doing all right Redbird, redbird what do you see? He says, "I see a lone wolf looking at me Head in the clouds but harmless as a tree I guess he's doing all right" And it's a great day to be alive I know the sun's still shining when I close my eyes It's hard times in the neighborhood But why can't everyday be just this good Sometimes it's lonely Sometimes it's only me and the shadows that fill this room Sometimes I'm falling, desperately calling, howling at the moon It's a colorful life that we go through It's neither black or white, nor just shades of blue ......Maybe I'll grow me a fu man chu I Wish Darrell Scott EMI April Music, Inc / House of Bram (ASCAP) I wish I was a chauffer California, New Year's Eve Driving around a pretty lady with a hanky up her sleeve I would light her tiparillos just as civil as you please I wish I was a diver on a ship with Jacques Cousteau I'd get a picture in our rubber suits so that everyone would know "Hey, you really know Jacques?" I'd say, "Yeah, just look at this" I'd show it everywhere I go, Jacques Cousteau, Jacques Cousteau I wish I was a cartoon I wish I was Peter Pan Then I could fly away from sorrow and never have to feel like a man You ask me why I'm still a child? Well, it's just because I am I wish I had a cabin on the top of some big hill I'd build a fire every evening and listen to thwe whipporwill Eat my food out of a garden and drink my whiskey from a still I wish I was a diamond on the back of your skinny little hand Then I could keep my eye on you Maybe then I would understand How you just leave us all weeping just to prove that you still can The Ballad Of Martha White Darrell Scott EMI April Music, Inc / House of Bram (ASCAP) I'm southern born and corn bred My folks are just the same I got my southern heritage I got my papaw's name I fell in love with a little girl when I was six years old She had the name of Martha White and she had her own radio show You see, Martha had a brand of flour, for biscuits, cakes and pies She had Shirley Temple golden curly hair and southern, baby blue eyes And on Saturday nights with my guitar, I'd sit and play along I knew every word and every note to that Martha White hour theme song Well my folks took a vacation down to Nashville, Tennessee Bought me a Goo Goo Cluster and a front row seat to the Grand Ol' Opry And there before my childish eyes was that high and lonesome sound But nowhere on that Opry stage was Martha to be found Well I finally found my Martha out in the Opry stars' parking lot She was cooling off them up and coming boys You see they were Billboard hot and they were drinking something out of a brown paper bag I knew I'd lost my Martha the only love I'd ever had Oh, they're all better looking than the ones who went before Same old hat, same old voice Can they give us nothing more? They're all smiling for the cameras, walking softly, talking loud Martha, she still makes those biscuits greasy, fluffy and proud You got your French croissant and all that Italian pastry-chef voodoo You just pop one of them suckers in your mouth, slivate and chew But what you won't find on the shelves of the finer kitchens of the world Is the face of our self-promoting, self-perpetuating, self-rising flour girl You only get it in the southland That's where demographics best It's the brand that Mom and Daddy bought They won't give the girl a rest And it's the same as it ever was from fifty years ago She ain't mortal like you and me Martha White will never grow old They're all better looking than the ones who went before Same old hat, same old voice Can they give us nothing more? They're all smiling for the cameras, walking softly, talking loud Martha, she still makes those biscuits greasy, fluffy and proud For the finest biscuits ever was get Martha White self-rising flour The one all purpose flour Martha White self-rising flour with the hot rize plus It's The Whiskey That Eases The Pain It ain't love, it ain't money that makes this world turn around When you hit rock bottom you still may not be on the ground I can tell you something in case you're walking with a cane It ain't love, it ain't money, it's the whiskey that eases the pain Eve told Adam that she had aples for sale Adam bought the first one and I bought the last one and went to hell I can tell you something in case you're walking with a cane It ain't love, it ain't money, it's the whiskey that eases the pain Well I'll drink doubles and chase my troubles away And while you're waking up tomorrow I may still be living today If you need a crutch don't try to walk with a cane It ain't love, it ain't money, it's the whiskey that eases the pain Spelling Bee Romance Well, I just talked to Rudy on the p-h-o-n-e, said "it's Saturday night, let's get in t-r-o-u-b-l-e" I said "OK I'll meet you at the country b-a-r", I said "b-y-e and aren't we c-l-e-v-e-r" (That spells clever, not cleaver.) Well we got out on the dance floor with the g-i-r-l-s, and we were having f-u-n, We were spinning with the best, then the b-a-n-d stopped, and I asked her, "What's your name?" She smiled at me and spelled it, "it's J-a-n-e, Jane" (Me Tarzan) She said, "I watch WWF and I love CMT, I go to AA meetings and I've learned to like m-e, your eyes are kind and I love the way you dance" The night I met my country western, honky-tonk, spelling bee romance Well I winked at my buddy, said "I got me o-n-e He drank his beer [Image]