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Buck Owens Freeway

Buck Owens Freeway CD by Davin James

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  • Label: Bullnettle Records
  • Release: 15 Apr, 2014
  • Catalog No: BNR008
  • Johnny's Music, Billy's Bible

    • Lyrics

      Davin James, Davin James Music/BMI
      Doug Montgomery

      Well I met Johnny Cash at a Billy Graham Revival
      in El Dorado Arkansas
      And between Johnny's music
      and Reverend Billy's bible
      That ring of fire and brimstone
      was gonna save us all.
      Well they brought Mother Maybelle
      and the whole Carter family
      They brought the Statler Brothers too
      And I guess you had to be there
      cause seeing was believing
      and none of us was leaving
      til Johnny sang with June

      Chorus:
      Johnny's music and Billy's bible
      It was strong as Sunday morning comin' down
      Johnny's music and Billy's bible
      That holy rollin freight train came burnin through our town
      Yes the Holy River Jordan came floodin through our town

      Well when Billy preached the gospel
      He made you a believer
      A Holy Ghost receiver
      Hit you like a lightning rod
      And when Johnny sang a song
      His voice sound like thunder
      It always made me wonder if he didn’t sound like God

      Chorus

      At the end of the crusade
      They had an invitation
      Johnny led us through “Just As I am”
      I came down the bleachers
      Cause I had a revelation
      And when we prayed that’s when
      I felt the blood of the lamb

      Chorus

      Well I met Johnny Cash at a Billy Graham Revival
      in El Dorado Arkansas
      And between Johnny's music
      and Reverend Billy's bible
      That ring of fire and brimstone
      was gonna save us all.

  • Messin' With Your Pole

    • Lyrics

      Davin James, Davin James Music/BMI

      It rained three days
      The river got up
      I bet the catfish are bitin

      Get all the gear
      And let’s get it in the truck
      Man it’s gonna be exciting

      Get in the shade
      Sit on a stump
      And do a little bit of tight linin’
      Oh my lord I think I gotta bump
      If I said it wasn’t fun
      I’d be lyin

      You use blood
      And I’ll use liver
      We’ll find out just what
      Turns them on
      You get the ice
      And I’ll get the beer
      I’ll meet you down
      At the honey hole

      You got something
      messin with your pole son
      you got something messing with your pole

      All this mud in this here river
      is headed to the Gulf of Mexico
      I aint leavin til I get my limit
      About as many as we can hold

      You got something
      messin with your pole son
      you got something messing with your pole

  • Buck Owens Freeway

    • Lyrics

      Davin James, Davin James Music/BMI
      Brian Burns, Brian Burns Music/BMI

      On a lonesome Texas highway
      I was lost behind the wheel
      When I heard a late night dj
      Play the Streets of Bakersfield
      And Lord I couldn’t help but wonder
      As I heard the signal fade
      How the years flew out from under
      The finest music ever made.

      Hey the songs that I grew up on
      You could hold em in your hand
      Read the words and get the picture
      Feel as if you knew the band
      They found their fortune up in Nashville
      But the simple truth remains
      That the best all came from somewhere
      Out across these Texas plains

      Hey this ain’t California
      And it ain’t the Promised Land
      It’s the Buck Owens Freeway
      And that’s where Bakersfield began

      Now they got rappers at the Ryman
      And they got dancers in LA
      Hell I bet they’d kick ol’ Waylon
      Off the Opry stage today
      But if you think the vines have withered
      And the wine has been defiled
      Just come on down to Texas
      Man these grapes are growing wild

      Hey this ain’t California
      And it sure ain’t Tennessee
      It’s the Buck Owens Freeway
      Let the music set you free

      This ain’t California
      It just might be the Promised Land
      It’s the Buck Owens Freeway
      And that’s where Bakersfield

      Here on the Buck Owens Freeway
      For me that’s where it all began

  • (with Kevin Fowler)

    Sandbar

    • Lyrics

      Davin James, Davin James Music/BMI

      Well when you wanna do some drinkin
      But you don’t wanna go down to the honky tonk
      You don’t want to fight the crowd
      Or sit in that smoky cloud
      Or have that music so loud
      It’d knock the smile off your face
      Well I know just the place

      Chorus:
      Lets go down to the sandbar
      We’ll do some dancing underneath the stars
      I don’t care who you are
      Youre gonna get your party on
      Tiki torches and an ol campfire
      Shishkabobin and some happy hours
      An ice chest and an ol guitar
      Let’s go down to the sandbar

      Well the girls are skinny dippin
      The boys are all flippin off the big rope swing
      Sand surf and sun
      Havin us some country fun
      Yeah the good times have begun
      And I can tell you I love this place
      Can’t get the smile off my face

      Chorus

      Well it’s a good time guarantee
      You don’t need your wallet or your id
      And we’ll BYOB
      Down on the sandbar

      We’ll do some dancing underneath the stars
      I don’t care who you are
      Youre gonna get your party on
      Tiki torches and an ol campfire
      Shishkabobin and some happy hours
      An ice chest and an ol guitar
      Let’s go down to the sandbar

      We’ll BYOB
      Down on the sandbar

  • (with Larry Joe Taylor)

    Chillax

    • Lyrics

      Davin James, Davin James Music/BMI
      Larry Joe Taylor, Texribbean Music/BMI

      We’ve been runnin
      And gunnin
      And now its time
      To get some fun in

      Light some charcoal
      Get some beer cold
      Tune in some Margarita radio
      We’ll take a two-day vacation
      Cuz we worked to hard
      We’ll never even leave the back yard

      Chorus:
      Chillax
      Chillout
      Chill some beers down
      No doubt
      lay up
      And lay out
      might lay down
      And take a nap
      do all that we can do
      On our backs
      And chillax

      Too much workweek
      Not enough sleep
      This nine to fivin really gets to me
      Its time to punch the clock
      And pop a top
      They’ll have to catch us
      On the flip flop
      Hey they just blew the whistle
      But I’ve already left
      That’s how I spell TGIF

      Chorus

      Chorus

  • Beholder's Eye

    • Lyrics

      Davin James, Davin James Music/BMI

      Well the old man at the boat ramp
      Had a big smile on his face
      He was strappin down his old johnboat
      I was knockin out fillets
      He said “good God almighty son
      Looks like you tore em up”
      Yeah I almost have my limit
      How bout you, any luck

      I could tell by his demeanor
      He had something up his sleeve
      He said “I can’t recall a finer day
      A field I do believe”
      Cause when I get out here it always
      Puts my mind at ease
      You see it’s not about the catch
      It’s about release

      Most the time I spent hung up
      I’s in the trees or on a stump
      Pickin out a big back lash
      I’m always pullin on the motor
      Or squeezing on the gas
      Well I ain’t had a single bite all day
      But I got to have my coffee
      On the lake
      I saw a pair of wood ducks fly
      Son I’d say luck is in beholder’s eye

      Well I sat there in the middle
      Of the big mess that Id made
      And I pondered on the wisdom
      That the old man had to say
      If I could learn to be more grateful
      And find some inner peace
      And don’t worry about the catch
      So much and focus on release

      Most the time I spent hung up
      I’m in the trees or on a stump
      Pickin out a big back lash
      I’m always pullin on the motor
      Or squeezing on the gas
      Well when you ain’t had a single bite
      All day
      And you think that this whole world has
      Gone astray
      You got to learn to realize
      This thing called luck
      Is in beholder’s eyes

  • Granny Gear

    • Lyrics

      Davin James, Davin James Music/BMI

      Grandpa had an old willis jeep
      It’d climb any hill no matter how steep
      I can still hear his voice ringin in my ear
      Son you better put her down into granny gear
      Stonger than a team of Missouri mules
      It don’t matter what you’re going through
      You just hang on tight and have no fear
      But you better keep her down in your granny gear

      Oh life is a little bit frightening
      It moves faster than lightening
      When your life’s a little hard to steer
      Well it’s time to put her down into granny gear.

      Well me and my baby’s goin down to the lake
      We’re gonna have a big time and I can’t wait
      We’re gonna dangle our feet right off that pier
      We’re gonna spend a little time down in granny gear

      Oh life is a little bit frightening
      It moves faster than lightening
      When your life’s a little hard to steer
      Well it’s time to put her down into granny gear.

      Hey nothing’s as good as going home
      Mamma’s got some chicken and dumplins on
      Gonna climb in that featherbed and disappear
      Ah now we’re down in the country in some granny gear

      Oh life is a little bit frightening
      It moves faster than lightening
      When your life’s a little hard to steer
      Well it’s time to put her down into granny gear.

  • Once Upon A Time

    • Lyrics

      Davin James, Davin James Music/BMI

      Down at the Texan Café
      They got a good cup of joe
      And I nearly killed half a day
      Lord where’s the time go
      They tell me on the weekends
      There’s an hour wait for breakfast
      Everybody loves a greasy spoon
      They just don’t make them like they used to

      Down at Blanco’s on a weeknight
      We still get a couple dozen
      We get some drinkers and some dancers
      And some lonely people lookin for some lovin
      Back in it’s hay day
      We had a line around the corner
      This old place was like a who’s who
      They just don’t make them like they used to

      Chorus:
      Cars and bars and old guitars
      Diners drive-ins and dives
      Most all of my favorite things
      Have become so modernized
      As we roll from town to town
      We see the same old signs
      It’s getting harder to find
      A little out of the way
      Yesterdays once upon a time

      Hey I remember the shows
      Down at the Star Drive In
      Man I wish we could go
      And see them all again
      Go on a double date
      And take those Hooper twins
      Cause they didn’t have a curfew
      They just don’t make them like they used to

      Chorus

      Well I got a Fender guitar
      It was made in Japan
      But it sounds damned good
      When I’m on the bandstand
      Back at home I got the real deal
      She’s hiding under the bed
      1962 they just don’t make them like they used to

      Chorus

  • Bowl Of Red

    • Lyrics

      Davin James, Davin James Music/BMI

      Well when your belly starts to growl
      And you get out on your prowl
      And you need something to stick to your ribs
      You like it hot and spicy
      You thought it would be nice
      If you could get a bowl
      Of something that’s real
      Well you know you got it right
      When you taken your first bite
      And sweat starts beadin up on your head
      You just had yourself a bowl of red

      Well nothing could be finer
      Than to go inside a diner
      And you find it’s the special of the day
      And the waitress said now hon
      Do you think you want some onions
      Yes maam I like it that way
      And it comes out good and greasy
      And it goes down good and easy
      And you’re happy cause you finally got fed
      You just had yourself a bowl of red

      Chorus:
      Bowl of red
      Bowl of red
      It looks like something somebody blood
      Bowl of red
      Bowl of red
      It tastes so good Lord it could raise the dead

      Now my buddy Roy Davis
      Lord he thinks that he can save us
      When he makes a pot of his chili stew
      And when he serves it up
      In a Styrofoam cup
      And he hands you a cold Mexican brew
      I heard he’s going to Terlingua
      For the championship
      At least that’s what his sister said
      He’s gonna give em all a bowl of red

      Chorus

      When you order it down south
      And you put it in your mouth
      The chili’s gonna be a little lean
      They don’t do it like the Yankees
      Hell that’s only meat and gravy
      And they never ever serve it with beans
      But you can take a cracker
      And a dash of that tabascer
      And when it’s finally time to break bread
      Well you just had yourself a bowl of red

      Chorus

  • Hot Tamale

    • Lyrics

      Davin James, Davin James Music/BMI

      Hot tamale
      My little hot tamale
      Hotter than a jalepeno pepper
      With a red dress on

      Chorus:
      Hot tamale
      My little hot tamale
      Well me and my dolly’s
      Gonna hot tamale all night long

      She likes it down at the Riverwalk
      In San Antonio
      They got everything a girl needs
      To get in on you know
      She’ll wind up on the bar
      Dancing to a loud guitar
      And the party ain’t over
      Til somebody doesn the cha cha cha

      Chorus

      I push all the right buttons
      Like an accordion
      Throw money at the mariachis to play her favorite song
      It’s just like taking a pill
      You know my baby she can’t sit still
      She’s like a Jerry Lee Lewis with a whole lot of shakin goin on

      Chorus