RCA Country Legends lyrics

East bound and down, loaded up and truckin',
we're gonna do what they say can't be done.
We've got a long way to go and a short time to get there.
I'm east bound, just watch ol' Bandit run.

Keep your foot hard on the pedal. Son, never mind them brakes.
Let it all hang out 'cause we got a run to make.
The boys are thirsty in Atlanta and there's beer in Texarcana.

Tupelo Mississippi Flash

I’m gonna tell you a story that’s all about

This job I had one time as a talent scout, hmm.

I had a hard day at the office and the boss wasn’t in town

The day this hired legged guitar picker just happened to come around.

Well, he walks in my office with a great big grin,

And folks that’s where my story really begins.

Every night I go down to this same little joint

Fill up my glass till I reach the point past remembering

Where the music is loud the conversation is free
A dance or two with someone to keep me from remembering

The fool I've been the hurt I've caused the good woman that I loved and lost

For she's constantly with me in memory