Performers: Mark O'Connor with Charlie Daniels Featuring: Johnny Cash, Marty Stuart and Travis Tritt Album: Heroes Words and music: Crain, Daniels
Momma I fear the night is falling Blacker than jet and cold as ice And somewhere a gentle voice is calling And I hear the sounds of paradise See the
Oh the cowards came by morning and attacked without a warning Leaving flames and death and chaos in our streets In the middle of this fiery hell brave
There's a place not too far away from here Out with the cows and the Lone Star beer Where the livin' and lovin' is quite all right with me Well they call
Me and my buddy got us a wild hair And figured we wanted to go somewhere So we loaded up in my ragtop Chevrolet We had a little bit of money and a whole
Stroker Ace was born to race he had a mean streak two feet wide A son of a gun with a taste for fun and more than his share of pride Take a dirt road
'Got on a plane in Fresco and got off in Vietnam. I walked into a different world, the past forever gone. I could have gone to Canada or I could have
Where the sun goes up and the sun comes down nothing ever changes in a border town It turns around and starts all over again It's alcohol and nicotine
He was nobly born, had a Spanish bull's horn And not one scar on his hansom face He stood like a prince and he had ever since He had grandly walked into
Well, if you ever go back into Wooley Swamp Well, you better not go at night There's things out there in the middle of them woods That make a strong man
This ain't no rag, it's a flag And we don't wear it on our heads It's a symbol of the land where the good guys live Are you listening to what I said
I was hanging in out in L.A. looking for a real cool place to go I struck up a conversation with this dude wearing hip hop clothes He said you talk like
The house lights blaze, the spotlights dim and the encore fades away We've got five hundred miles to go and another show to play But there's a few old
When I was a boy on my daddys knee thats when he said these words to me, said listen to what I'm gonna tell you son, and you can help the world go round
On a cold concrete sidewalk, on the corner of fifth and main Sits an old black blind man, and no one knows his name He plays the same old guitar, he plays
Every time I hear a fiddle and it's cookin' just a little Well it makes me want to jump up and run And if he's sawing with some soul boogie woogie rock
Well it's easy for a country boy to be misunderstood When the honky tonks are jumping and the girls are looking good Yeah, I get excited and some people
Wild as a coastal barranca Swift as the wind blowin' free With two eyes like fire brands that glow in the night Somewhere up there he's waitin' for me