Home Free Castle On The Hill

When I was six years old I broke my leg

I was running from my brother and his friends

And tasted the sweet perfume of the mountain grass I rolled down

I was younger then

Take me back to when

I found my heart and broke it here

Made friends and lost them through the years

And I’ve not seen the roaring fields in so long

I know I’ve grown

But I can’t wait to go home

I’m on my way

Driving at 90 down those country lanes

Singing to “Tiny Dancer”

And I miss the way

You make me feel

It’s real

When we watched the sunset

Over the castle on the hill

Fifteen years old and smoking hand-rolled cigarettes

Running from the law through the backfields and getting drunk with my friends

Had my first kiss on a Friday night

I don’t reckon that I did it right

But I was younger then

Take me back to when

We found weekend jobs, when we got paid

We’d buy cheap spirits and drink them straight

Me and my friends have not thrown up in so long

Oh, how we’ve grown

I can’t wait to go home

I’m on my way

Driving at 90 down those country lanes

Singing to “Tiny Dancer”

And I miss the way

You make me feel

It’s real

When we watched the sunset

Over the castle on the hill

Over the castle on the hill

Over the castle on the hill

One friend left to sell clothes

One works down by the coast

One had two kids but lives alone

One’s brother overdosed

One’s already on his second wife

One’s just barely getting by

But these people raised me

And I can’t wait to go home

I’m on my way

And I still remember these old country lanes

When we did not know the answers

And I miss the way

You make me feel

It’s real

When we watched the sunset

Over the castle on the hill

Over the castle on the hill

Over the castle on the hill

Home Free Good Ol’ Country Harmony

Won’t you sing for me

Some good ol’ country harmony

And let it ring

Just like Alabama would always sing

The night is young and so are we

And there’s just one thing that’ll kick it off more perfectly

And that’s some good ol’ country harmony

I was born a long way off from Tennessee

And I’ll admit I barely felt a guitar on my knee

But I’ve always loved a southern song

The kind that makes you sing along to the melody

And you know it’s even better when the voices come together

Like a symphony

Won’t you sing for me

Some good ol’ country harmony

And let it ring

Like them Oak Ridge Boys would always sing

The night is young and so are we

And there’s just one thing that’ll kick it off more perfectly

And that’s some good ol’ country harmony

This old world gets crazier every day or two

And you owe it to yourself to do the things you love to do

Yeah I get to travel ’round

And make a lot of sound with this family

And here we go again, ya’ll better join right in

On the count of three Won’t you sing for me (sing for me, yeah)

Some good ol’ country harmony (harmony)

And let it ring (let it ring)

Like the Statler Brothers would always sing (like they always sing, yeah)

The night is young and so are we

And there’s just one thing that’ll kick it off more perfectly (perfectly)

And that’s some good ol’ country harmony (good ol’ harmony)

Home Free The Butts Remix

Oh my god Jimmy

Look at her butt

It’s so big!

Looks like a country boy’s girlfriend!

Hustlers shooting eight-ball

Throwing darts at the wall

Feeling damn near ten feet tall

Here she comes, Lord help us all

Old T.W.’s girlfriend done slapped him out of his chair

Poor old boy, it ain’t his fault

It’s so hard not to stare

At that honky tonk badonkadonk

Keeping perfect rhythm

Make you want to swing along

Got it going on

Like Donkey Kong

And whoo-wee

Shut my mouth, slap your grandma

There ought to be a law

Get the sheriff on the phone

Lord have mercy, how’s she even get them britches on

With that honky tonk badonkadonk

Patty cake, patty cake

With no hands

Got me in this club making wedding plans

If I take pictures while you do your dance

I can make you famous on Instagram

Hot damn it

Her booty like two planets

Go head, and go ham sandwich

Whoa, I can’t stand it

‘Cause you know what to do with that big fat butt, butt butt

big fat butt, butt butt

big fat butt, butt butt

butt butt butt butt butt butt butt

Oh won’t you take me home tonight

Oh down beside that red fire light

Oh you gonna let it all hang out

Fat bottomed girls you make the rocking world go round

Fat bottomed girls you make the rocking world go round

I like big butts and I can not lie

You other brothers can’t deny

That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist

And a round thing in your face

You get sprung, want to pull up tough

‘Cause you notice that butt was stuffed

Deep in the jeans she’s wearing

I’m hooked and I can’t stop staring…

Baby got back!

(She had) dumps like a truck truck truck

Thighs like what what what

Baby move your butt butt butt

(Robby, sing it again!)

She had dumps like a truck truck truck

Thighs like what what what

All night long

Let me see that thong

(Baby, make your booty go

Baby, you know you wanna show)

That thong th-thong thong thong

Country girl, shake it for me girl

Shake it for me girl, shake it for me

Country girl, shake it for me girl

Shake it for me girl, shake it for me

With that honky tonk badonkadonk

Keepin’ perfect rhythm

Make ya wanna swing along

Got it goin’ on

Like Donkey Kong

And whoo-wee

Shut my mouth

Donk donk donk donk donk

There ought to be a law

Get the Sheriff on the phone

Lord have mercy, how’s she even get them britches on

(That honky tonk badonkadonk)

Fat bottom girls

Fat bottom girls

Fat bottom girls…

(Shake it for me girl)

Fat bottom girls!

Home Free Alabama Sampler

Play me some mountain music

Like grandmaw and grandpaw use to play

And I’ll float on down the river

To a kitchen hide away

Clear creeks and cold mountain mornings

Honest work out in the fields

Corn bread in my mama’s kitchen

Daddy sayin’ grace before the meal

Family ties run deep in this land

And I’m never very far from what I am

I was born country

And that’s what I’ll always be

Like the rivers and the woodlands

Wild and free (running wild and free)

I got a hundred years of down home

Running through my blood

I was born country and this country’s what I love

I was born country

I’m in a hurry

I’m in a hurry to get things done

Oh I rush and rush until life’s no fun

All I really gotta do is live and die

But I’m in a hurry and don’t know why

If you’re gonna play in Texas

You gotta have a fiddle in the band

That lead guitar is hot but not for a Louisiana man

So rosin up that bow for fated love and let’s all dance

If you’re gonna play in Texas you gotta have a fiddle in the band

White tail buck deer, munchin’ on clover

Red tail hawk, sittin’ on a rail

Chubby ol groundhog, croakin’ bullfrog

Free as a feeling in the wind

Lucky as a seven, livin in Heaven

Yeah with my dixieland delight

Spend my dollar

Parked in a holler ‘neath the mountain moonlight

Hold her up tight (hold her up tight)

Make a little lovin’

A little turtle dovin’ on a Mason Dixon night

Fits my life (fits my life)

Oh so right (oh so right)

My dixieland delight

Oh I believe, there are angels among us

Sent down to us from somewhere up above

They come to you and me, in our darkest hours

To show us how to live

To teach us how to give

To guide us with a light of love

To guide us with a light of love-

Home Free Seven Bridges Road

There are stars

In the Southern sky

Southward as you go

There is moonlight

And moss in the trees

Down the Seven Bridges Road

Now I have loved you like a baby

Like some lonesome child

And I have loved you in a tame way

And I have loved you wild

Well sometimes there’s a part of me

Has to turn form here and go

Running like a child from these warm stars

Down the Seven Bridges Road

There are stars in the Southern sky

And if ever you decide

You should go

There is a taste of time sweetened honey

Down the Seven Bridges Road

Home Free Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer

Grandma got run over by a reindeer

Walking home from our house Christmas eve

You can say there’s no such thing as Santa

But as for me and Grandpa, we believe

She’d been drinkin’ too much egg nog

And we’d begged her not to go

But she’d forgot her medication

So she stumbled out the door into the snow

When they found her Christmas mornin’

At the scene of the attack

She have hoof prints on her forehead

And incriminatin’ Claus marks on her back

Grandma got run over by a reindeer

Walkin’ home from our house Christmas eve

You can say there’s no such thing as Santa

But as for me and Grandpa, we believe

Now were all so proud of Grandpa

He’s been takin’ this so well

See him in there watchin’ football

Playin’ cards and drinkin’ beer with cousin Belle

It’s not Christmas without Grandma

All the family’s dressed in black

And we just can’t help but wonder

Should we open up her gifts or send them back?

Grandma got run over by a reindeer

Walkin’ home from our house Christmas eve

You can say there’s no such thing as Santa

But as for me and Grandpa, we believe

Now the goose is on the table

And the pudding made of pig

And a blue and silver candle

That would just have matched the hair in Grandma’s wig

I’ve warned all my friends and neighbors

Better watch out for yourselves

They should never give a license, no

To a man who drives a sleigh and plays with elves

Grandma got run over by a reindeer

Walkin’ home from our house Christmas eve

You can say there’s no such thing as Santa

But as for me and Grandpa, we believe!

Home Free Hillbilly Bone

Yeah I got a friend in New York City

He’s never heard of Connway Twitty

Don’t know nothing about grits and greens

Never been south of Queens

But he flew down here on a business trip

I took him honky tonkin’ and that was it

He took to it like a pig to mud, like a cow to cud

We all got a hillbilly bone down deep inside

No matter where you from you just can’t hide it

And when the band starts banging and the fiddle saws

You can’t help but hollering, Yee Haw!

When you see them pretty little country queens

Man you gotta admit that’s in them genes

Ain’t nothing wrong, just getting on your

Hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone-bone

Nah, you ain’t gotta be born out in the sticks

With an F-150 and a 30-06,

Or have a bubba in the family tree

To get on down with me

Yeah, bubba all you need is an open mind

If it fires you up you gotta let it shine

When it feels so right that it can’t be wrong

Come on, come on, come on

You ain’t alone…

We all got a hillbilly bone down deep inside

No matter where you from you just can’t hide

And when the band starts banging and the fiddle saws

You can’t help but hollering, Yee Haw!

When you see them pretty little country queens

Man you gotta admit that’s in them genes

Ain’t nothing wrong, just getting on your

Hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone-bone

We all got a hillbilly bone down deep inside

No matter where you from you just can’t hide

And when the band starts banging and the fiddle saws

You can’t help but hollering, Yee Haw!

When you see them pretty little country queens

Man you gotta admit that’s in them genes

Ain’t nothing wrong, just getting on your

Hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone-bone

Hillbilly bone ba-bone ba-bone bone

Hillbilly bone ba-bone ba-bone bone

Hillbilly bone ba-bone ba-bone bone

Home Free Elvira

Elvira, Elvira, my heart’s on fire, for Elvira

Eyes that look like heaven, lips like cherry wine

That girl can so not make my little light shine

I get a funny feelin’ up and down my spine

‘Cause I know that my Elvira’s mine

So I’m singin’

Elvira, Elvira, my heart’s on fire, for Elvira

Giddy Up, Oom Poppa Oom Poppa Mow Mow

Giddy Up, Oom Poppa Oom Poppa Mow Mow

High-o Silver, away

Tonight I’m gonna meet her at the Hungry House Cafe

I’m gonna give her all the love I can, yes I am

She’s gonna jump and holler

Cause I’ve saved up my last two dollars

We’re gonna search and find that preacher man

And I’m singin’

Elvira, Elvira, my heart’s on fire, for Elvira

Giddy Up, Oom Poppa Oom Poppa Mow Mow

Giddy Up, Oom Poppa Oom Poppa Mow Mow

High-o Silver, away

Elvira, Elvira, my heart’s on fire, for Elvira…

Home Free Fishin’ In The Dark / Down In The Boondocks

I feel no shame

I’m proud of where I came from

I was born and raised in the Boondocks…

Lazy, yellow moon comin’ up tonight

Shinin’ through the trees

The crickets are singin’

And the lightnin’ bugs are floatin’ on the breeze

Baby get ready

Cross the field where the crick turns back

By the old stone road

I’m gonna take you to a special place

That nobody knows

Baby get ready, Ooooooo, Oh!

You and me goin’ fishin’ in the dark

Lyin’ on our backs and countin’ the stars

Where the cool grass grows

(I feel no shame in the Boondocks)

Down by the river in the full moon light

We’ll be fallin’ in love in the middle of the night

Just movin’ slow (movin’ slow, movin’ slow)

Stayin’ the whole night through (all night through)

Feels so good to be with you

I feel no shame

I’m proud of where I came from

I was born and raised in the Boondocks…

(raised up in the Boondocks)

One thing I know

No matter where I go

I keep my heart and soul in the Boondocks

(heart and soul in the Boondocks)

It’s where I learned about livin’

It’s where I learned about love

It’s where I learned about workin’ hard

And having a little was just enough

It’s where I learned about Jesus

And knowin’ where I stand

You can take it or leave it

This is me, this is who I am

You and me goin’ fishin’ in the dark

Lyin’ on our backs and countin’ the stars

Where the cool grass grows

(Born and raised in the Boondocks)

Down by the river in the full moon light

We’ll be fallin’ in love in the middle of the night

Just movin’ slow (movin’ slow, movin’ slow)

I feel no shame

I’m proud of where I came from

I was born and raised in the Boondocks…

(Born and raised in the Boondocks)

One thing I know

No matter where I go

I keep my heart and soul in the Boondocks

(Stayin’ the whole night through)

Feels so good to be with you.

You get a line

I’ll get a pole

We’ll go fishin’ in the crawfish hole

Five-card poker on a Saturday night

Church on Sunday morning. [x5]

I’ll keep my heart and soul in the Boondocks.

Home Free The Devil Went Down To Georgia

The devil went down to georgia,

He was looking for a soul to steal

He was in a bind, ’cause he was way behind,

So he was willing to make a deal

When he come across this young man

Sawing on a fiddle and playing it hot

And the devil jumps up on a hickory stump

And said,”boy let me tell you what:

I guess you didn’t know it,

But I’m a fiddle player too

And if you’d care to take a dare,

I’ll make a bet with you

Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy,

But give the devil his due

I’ll bet a fiddle of gold against your soul’

Cause I think I’m better than you”

The boy said:

“My name’s johnny and it might be a sin,

But I’ll take your bet, you’re gonna regret

‘Cause I’m the best that’s ever been”

Johnny, rosin up your bow

And play your fiddle hard,

‘Cause hell’s broke loose in georgia

And the devil deals the cards

And if you win you’ll get

This shiny fiddle made of gold,

But if you lose, the devil gets your soul!

The devil opened up his case and said,

“I’ll start this show”

And fire flew from his fingertips

As he rosined up his bow

And he pulled the bow across

The strings and it made an evil hiss

Then a band of demons joined in and it

Sounded something like this

When the devil finished,

Johnny said: “Well you’re pretty good old son

But sit down in that chair right there,

And let me show you how it’s done”

(Fire on the mountain! Run, boys, run!

The devil’s in the house of the rising sun

The chicken in the bread pan picking out dough

Granny does your dog bite? No, child, no)

Devil bowed his head because

He knew that he’d been beat

And he laid that golden fiddle

On the ground at johnny’s feet

Johnny said:

“Devil, just c’mon back

If you ever wanna try again

‘Cause I told you once, you son of a gun,

I’m the best that’s ever been!”

(Fire on the mountain! Run, boys, run!

Devil’s in the house of the rising sun

Chicken in the bread pan picking out dough,

Granny, does your dog bite? No, child, no)