songs about being on the run ?
i am trying to download songs right now with a theme of being on the run. so far the only ones i have are "freedom" by richie havens and "wanted man" by george thorogood. anyone have any good suggestions ?
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quote:Originally posted by mongrel1776
"Whiskey In The Jar", Metallica. Though this ends with the outlaw in prison, so maybe doesn't qualify.
I don't think you can rightly give Metallica credit for this one.
Irish folk tune, been covered by everyone and their brother. Most better....0 -
"Wanted, Dead or Alive" by Bon Jovi...
It's all the same, only the names will change
Everyday it seems we're wasting away
Another place where the faces are so cold
I'd drive all night just to get back home
[Chorus:]
I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride
I'm wanted dead or alive
I'm a cowboy
Wanted dead or alive
Sometimes I sleep, sometimes it's not for days
And the people I meet always go their separate ways
Sometimes you tell the day
By the bottle that you drink
And times when you're alone all you do is think
[Chorus]
I walk these streets, a loaded six string on my back
I play for keeps, 'cause I might not make it back
I been everywhere, and I'm standing tall
I've seen a million faces an I've rocked them all
I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride
I'm wanted dead or alive
I'm a cowboy, I got the night on my side
I'm wanted dead or alive
And I ride, dead or alive
I still drive, dead or alive
Dead or alive [x4]0 -
Bon Jovi - Runaway 0 -
quote:Originally posted by divebomb
I like that Merle Haggard song.
Which 'un? White Line Fever?
What about: BALLAD OF THUNDER ROAD
(For audio, go here
http://www.univie.ac.at/Anglistik/easyrider/data/ballad_of_thunder_road.htm )
Let me tell the story, I can tell it all
About the mountain boy who ran illegal alcohol
His daddy made the whiskey, son, he drove the load
When his engine roared, they called the highway Thunder Road.
Sometimes into Ashville, sometimes Memphis town
The revenoors chased him but they couldn't run him down
Each time they thought they had him, his engine would explode
He'd go by like they were standin' still on Thunder Road.
(CHORUS)
And there was thunder, thunder over Thunder Road
Thunder was his engine, and white lightning was his load
There was moonshine, moonshine to quench the Devil's thirst
The law they swore they'd get him, but the Devil got him first.
On the first of April, nineteen fifty-four
A Federal man sent word he'd better make his run no more
He said two hundred agents were coverin' the state
Whichever road he tried to take, they'd get him sure as fate.
Son, his Daddy told him, make this run your last
The tank is filled with hundred-proof, you're all tuned up and gassed
Now, don't take any chances, if you can't get through
I'd rather have you back again than all that mountain dew.
(CHORUS)
Roarin' out of Harlan, revvin' up his mill
He shot the gap at Cumberland, and screamed by Maynordsville
With T-men on his taillights, roadblocks up ahead
The mountain boy took roads that even Angels feared to tred.
Blazing right through Knoxville, out on Kingston Pike,
Then right outside of Bearden, they made the fatal strike.
He left the road at 90; that's all there is to say.
The devil got the moonshine and the mountain boy that day.0 -
Midnight Rider
Allman Brothers Band
Well, I've got to RUN to keep from hiding,
And I'm bound to keep on riding.
And I've got one more silver dollar,
But I'm not gonna let them catch me, no,
Not gonna let 'em catch the midnight rider.
And I don't own the clothes I'm wearing,
And the road goes on forever,
And I've got one more silver dollar,
But I'm not gonna let them catch me, no
Not gonna let 'em catch the midnight rider.
And I've gone by the point of caring,
Some old bed I'll soon be sharing,
And I've got one more silver dollar,
But I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no
Not gonna let them catch the midnight rider.
But I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no
Not gonna let them catch the midnight rider.
But I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no
Not gonna let them catch the midnight rider.0 -
Take the money and run. 0 -
this is "two gallants"
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Well now Crow Jane don't make no sense to me
She left me hanging from the poplar tree
No I never ever felt so free
Hey look mama what you're doin' to me
Cause it ain't no difference which way I smile
I ain't good-looking from a quarter mile
Once had a woman called me angel child
My reputation keeps me on trial.
But who's gonna save me from myself?
Gotta lay the blame on someone else;
But somehow I ain't got no hope
Cause I'm still running from the sheriff's rope
My shoes don't fit me cause they're filled with dope
Crow Jane quit me and I just can't cope
But all I know is that I'll still run
And pledge allegiance to the setting sun
I must have lost
Cause Crow Jane won
I'll never learn from anything I've done
Well Crow Jane's the strangest thing that ever talked
Lips of honey but her tongue's of chalk
feet may be crooked but they sure can walk
She took my money, left me in shock
Got so many matches that it makes me sick
So many habits that I just can't kick
So many women that I just can't trick
But she burnt me like a candlestick
But who's gonna save me from myself?
Gotta lay the blame on someone else;
But somehow I ain't got no hope
Cause I'm still running from the sheriff's rope
My shoes don't fit me cause they're filled with dope
Crow Jane quit me and I just can't cope
But all I know is that I'll still run
And pledge allegiance to the setting sun
I must have lost
Cause Crow Jane won
I'll never learn from anything I've done
Well Crow Jane ain't nothing but a painful case
She left me sucking on my disgrace
She's off trucking at a cheating pace
And a lawless life is all I can embrace
Dress like a preacher so I can't be found
Chase Crow Jane from town to town
I smell her brain so she must be round
Just like my pain when the sun goes down
Well who's gonna save me from myself?
Gotta lay the blame on someone else;
But somehow I ain't got no hope
Cause I'm still running from the sheriff's rope
My shoes don't fit me cause they're filled with dope
Crow Jane quit me and I just can't cope
But all I know is that I'll still run
And pledge allegiance to the setting sun
I must have lost
Cause Crow Jane won
I'll never learn from anything I've done0 -
cocaine blues. I like hank 3 the best 0 -
"copperhead road" by steve earle 0 -
How'bout 52 cents just released song?? It's a number one hit:
Eys just capped mea mother$*#@ pig...
Got the homey wit mi Glock...
Nows eys be takin a swig...
Whils eys looka da clock...
Cals mi brudda, he be finin to gets da car...
So he can take mi azz berry, berry far...
Eys be rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin...
Hedded to Nah Orleans...
Wher azz Ima finnin to capped mea mother$*#@ pig...0 -
We got to get out of this place
Animals0 -
"Leaving on a Jet Plane" was not Mommas & Poppas- Peter, Paul, and Mary. How about "Gimme Three Steps"? 0 -
One Burbon, One Scotch & One Beer - I like the George Thorogood version.
How about some more Bob Marley?
Running Away:
Ya running and ya running,
But ya can't run away from yourself
Can't run away from yourself -
Can't run away from yourself -
Can't run away from yourself -
Can't run away from yourself -
Can't run away from yourself.
Ya must have done (must have done),
Somet'in' wrong (something wrong).
Said: ya must have done (must have done),
Wo! Somet'in' wrong (something wrong).
Why you can't find the
Place where you belong?
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do (running away);
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do (running away);
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do (running away);
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do (running away);
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do (running away).
Every man thinketh his
Burden is the heaviest (heaviest).
Every man thinketh his
Burden is the heaviest (heaviest).
Ya still mean it: Who feels it knows it, Lord;
Who feels it knows it, Lord;
Who feels it knows it, Lord;
Who feels it knows it, Lord.
Ya running and ya running
And ya running away.
Ya running and ya running
And ya running away.
Ya running and ya running
And ya running away.
Ya running and ya running
But ya can't run away from yourself.
Could ya run away from yourself?
Can you run away from yourself?
Can't run away from yourself!
Can't run away from yourself!
Yeah-eah-eah-eah - from yourself.
Brr - you must have done somet'in' -
Somet'in' - somet'in' - somet'in' -
Somet'in' ya don't want nobody to know about:
Ya must have, Lord - somet'in' wrong,
What ya must have done - ya must have done somet'in' wrong.
Why you can't find where you belong?
Well, well, well, well, ya running away, heh, no -
Ya running away, ooh, no, no, no,
I'm not (running away), no, don't say that - don't say that,
'Cause (running away) I'm not running away, ooh! (running away)
I've got to protect my life, (running away)
And I don't want to live with no strife. (running away)
It is better to live on the housetop (running away)
Than to live in a house full of confusion. (running away)
So, I made my decision and I left ya; (running away)
Now you comin' to tell me (running away)
That I'm runnin' away. (running away)
But it's not true, (running away)
I am not runnin' away. (running away) /fadeout/0 -
They'll never find me since I'm lost in Miller's cave. Tom 0 -
"The judge and jury did agree, that the man saw looked a lot like me. The judge said "son what is your alabi, if you were somewhere else, you won't have to die". 0 -
Lots of good ones here. How about: El Paso, Marty Robbins; Midnight Rider , Allman Bros.; Do It Again, Steely Dan. 0 -
quote:Originally posted by rcrxs old lady
quote:Originally posted by mongrel1776
"Whiskey In The Jar", Metallica. Though this ends with the outlaw in prison, so maybe doesn't qualify.
I don't think you can rightly give Metallica credit for this one.
Irish folk tune, been covered by everyone and their brother. Most better....
I know it's an old Irish song -- I've heard it covered by half a dozen different bands/singers at least. I specified Metallica because that's the version I like best. Matter of taste, I suppose. I've been told I have none. [;)]0 -
Try also "Roll Me Away" by Bob Seger. 0 -
Here's a couple.
Jackson Browne "running on empty"
Ozark Mountain Daredevils "walkin' down the road"
Rick0 -
Warren Zevon had lot's of 'em--besides LG&M, I rather like "Mr. Bad Example"...
Written By Warren Zevon & Jorge Calderon
c. 1991, Zevon Music,
administered by Warner-Tamerlane Publishing corp./Googolplex Music BMI
I started as an altar boy, working at the church
Learning all my holy moves, doing some research
Which led me to a cash box, labeled "Children's Fund"
I'd leave the change, and tuck the bills inside my cummerbund
I got a part-time job at my father's carpet store
Laying tackless stripping, and housewives by the score
I loaded up their furniture, and took it to Spokane
And auctioned off every last naugahyde divan
I'm very well aquainted with the seven deadly sins
I keep a busy schedule trying to fit them in
I'm proud to be a glutton, and I don't have time for sloth
I'm greedy, and I'm angry, and I don't care who I cross
I'm Mr. Bad Example, intruder in the dirt
I like to have a good time, and I don't care who gets hurt
I'm Mr. Bad Example, take a look at me
I'll live to be a hundred, and go down in infamy
Of course I went to law school and took a law degree
And counseled all my clients to plead insanity
Then worked in hair replacement, swindling the bald
Where very few are chosen, and fewer still are called
Then on to Monte Carlo to play chemin de fer
I threw away the fortune I made transplanting hair
I put my last few francs down on a prostitute
Who took me up to her room to perform the flag salute
Whereupon I stole her passport and her wig
And headed for the airport and the midnight flight, you dig?
And fourteen hours later I was down in Adelaide
Looking through the want ads sipping Fosters in the shade
I opened up an agency somewhere down the line
To hire aboriginals to work the opal mines
But I attached their wages and took a whopping cut
And whisked away their workman's comp and pauperized the lot
I'm Mr. Bad Example, intruder in the dirt
I like to have a good time, and I don't care who gets hurt
I'm Mr. Bad Example, take a look at me
I'll live to be a hundred and go down in infamy
I bought a first class ticket on Malaysian Air
And landed in Sri Lanka none the worse for wear
I'm thinking of retiring from all my dirty deals
I'll see you in the next life, wake me up for meals0 -
Check the chorus:
The Devil Went Down To Georgia
The devil went down to Georgia
He was looking for a soul to steal
And he was in a bind
'Cause he was way behind
And was willin' to make a deal.
When he came upon this young man
playing a fiddle and playin' it hot.
The devil jumped up on a hickory
stump and said,
"Boy let me tell you what:
I bet you didn't know it
but I'm a fiddle player too,
And if you 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, your gonna regret
'Cause I'm the best that's ever been."
Johnny you 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 get this shiny fiddle made of gold
But if you lose the devil gets your soul.
The devil opened up his case and he 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 ol' 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
Devil's in the house of the rising sun
Chickens in the breadpan, picking out dough
Granny does your dog bite? No, child, no
The 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 come on back
if you ever wanna try again.
I done told you once,
You son-of-a-gun,
I'm the best that's ever been!"
He played:
Fire on the mountain, run boys run
Devil's in the house of the rising sun
Chickens in the breadpan, picking out dough
Granny does your dog bite? No, child, no.
Or how about:
Well I'm the type of guy who will never settle down
Where pretty girls are will you know that I'm around
I kiss'em and I love'em 'cause to me they're all the same
I hug'em and I squeeze'em they don't even know my name
They call me the wanderer - yeah -the wanderer
I roam around around around around
Oh, well there's Flo on my left arm and there's Marry on my right
And Jenny's the girl with that I'll be with tonight
And when she asks me which one I love the best
I'll tear open my shirt and show her Rosie on my chest
'Cause I'm the wanderer - yeah -the wanderer
I roam around around around around
Oh, well I roam from town to town
I go through life without a care
And I'm as happy as a clown
And with my two fists of iron but I'm going no way on
Oh yeah, I'm the type of guy that likes to roam around
I'm never in one place I roam from town to town
And when I find myself fallin' for some girl
I hope right into that car of mine I drive around the world
Yeah I'm a wanderer yeah the wanderer
I roam around around around around
Lettin' go
Oh yeah, I'm the type of guy that likes to roam around
I'm never in one place I roam from town to town
And when I find myself fallin' for some girl
I hope right into that car of mine drive around the world
'Cause I'm a wanderer yeah the wanderer
I roam around around around around around around
'Cause I'm a wanderer yeah the wanderer
I roam around around around around around around around
'Cause I'm a wanderer I'm a wanderer0 -
Friend of The Devil by The Grateful Dead
I lit out from reno, I was trailed by twenty hounds
Didnt get to sleep last night till the morning came around.
Set out runnin but I take my time
A friend of the devil is a friend of mine
If I get home before daylight, I just might get some sleep tonight.
Ran into the devil, babe, he loaned me twenty bills
I spent the night in utah in a cave up in the hills.
Set out runnin but I take my time, a friend of the devil is a friend of mine,
If I get home before daylight, I just might get some sleep tonight.
I ran down to the levee but the devil caught me there
He took my twenty dollar bill and vanished in the air.
Set out runnin but I take my time
A friend of the devil is a friend of mine
If I get home before daylight, I just might get some sleep tonight.
Got two reasons why I cry away each lonely night,
The first ones named sweet anne marie, and shes my hearts delight.
The second one is prison, babe, the sheriffs on my trail,
And if he catches up with me, Ill spend my life in jail.
Got a wife in chino, babe, and one in cherokee
The first one says shes got my child, but it dont look like me.
Set out runnin but I take my time,
A friend of the devil is a friend of mine,
If I get home before daylight, I just might get some sleep tonight.0 -
This is one...kind of...
Cocaine Blues by Johnny Cash
Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds
I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down
I went right home and I went to bed
I stuck that lovin' .44 beneath my head
Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun
Took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I ran too slow
They overtook me down in Juarez, Mexico
Late in the hot joints takin' the pills
In walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill
He said Willy Lee your name is not Jack Brown
You're the dirty heck that shot your woman down
Said yes, oh yes my name is Willy Lee
If you've got the warrant just a-read it to me
Shot her down because she made me sore
I thought I was her daddy but she had five more
When I was arrested I was dressed in black
They put me on a train and they took me back
Had no friend for to go my bail
They slapped my dried up carcass in that county jail
Early next mornin' bout a half past nine
I spied the sheriff coming down the line
Ah, and he coughed as he cleared his throat
He said come on you dirty heck into that district court
Into the courtroom my trial began
Where I was handled by twelve honest men
Just before the jury started out
I saw the little judge commence to look about
In about five minutes in walked the man
Holding the verdict in his right hand
The verdict read murder in the first degree
I hollered Lawdy Lawdy, have a mercy on me
The judge he smiled as he picked up his pen
99 years in the Folsom pen
99 years underneath that ground
I can't forget the day I shot that bad bitch down
Come on you've gotta listen unto me
Lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be0 -
[}:)]
Running Bear
On the banks of the river stood Runnin' Bear,
young Indian brave
On the other side of the river
stood his lovely Indian maid
Little White Dove was-a her name,
such a lovely sight to see
But their tribes fought with each other
so their love could never be.
Runnin' Bear loved Little White Dove
with a love big as the sky
Runnin' Bear loved Little White Dove
with a love that couldn't die.
He couldn't swim the raging river
'cause the river was too wide
He couldn't reach Little White Dove,
waiting on the other side
In the moonlight he could see her
blowing kisses 'cross the waves
Her little heart was beating faster,
waiting there for her brave.
Runnin' Bear loved Little White Dove
with a love big as the sky
Runnin' Bear loved Little White Dove
with a love that couldn't die.
Runnin' Bear dove in the water,
Little White Dove did the same
And they swam out to each other
through the swirling stream they came
As their hands touched and their lips met,
the ragin' river pulled them down
Now they'll always be together
in that happy hunting ground.
Runnin' Bear loved Little White Dove
with a love big as the sky
Runnin' Bear loved Little White Dove
with a love that couldn't die.0 -
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Run Like Hell
Pink Floyd
Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run,
Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run.
You better make your face up in
Your favourite disguise.
With your button down lips and your
Roller blind eyes.
With your empty smile
And your hungry heart.
Feel the bile rising from your guilty past.
With your nerves in tatters
As the cockleshell shatters
And the hammers batter
Down the door.
You'd better run.
Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run,
Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run.
You better run all day
And run all night.
Keep your dirty feelings
Deep inside.
And if you're taking your girlfriend
Out tonight
You'd better park the car
Well out of sight.
Cause if they catch you in the back seat
Trying to pick her locks,
They're gonna send you back to mother
In a cardboard box.
You better run.0 -
GREAT FLICK, SEEN IT A FEW TIMES... 0 -
"I think We're Alone" - Tommy James and the Shondells ??
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quote:Originally posted by mongrel1776
quote:Originally posted by rcrxs old lady
quote:Originally posted by mongrel1776
"Whiskey In The Jar", Metallica. Though this ends with the outlaw in prison, so maybe doesn't qualify.
I don't think you can rightly give Metallica credit for this one.
Irish folk tune, been covered by everyone and their brother. Most better....
I know it's an old Irish song -- I've heard it covered by half a dozen different bands/singers at least. I specified Metallica because that's the version I like best. Matter of taste, I suppose. I've been told I have none. [;)]
Sorry, had to bust on ya, I actually like the Metallica version, too...[;)]
The Grateful Dead rendition is one of my favorites, too...0
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