The following are the lyrics to the Acoustic: Live at Stubb's album. Another thank you to Kevin Whited who generously donated his compilation of the lyrics for this album. "My Soul Ain't Sold" "Hottest Thing In Town" "Don't Come Back" "Subterranean Homesick Blues" "Wild Western Windblown Band" "She Sang The Red River Valley" "Shook Me All Night Long" "You Should Be Gone" "My Baby Worships Me" "The Ballad of Tommy and Marla" "Strung Out and Wound" "Eight More Miles" "Whole Lotta' Love" "Lovin' You" "My Soul Ain't Sold" (Willy Braun, T. Villanueva) I grew up seein' things in black and white There's only two ways to go, either wrong or right But when the moon replaces the sun That's when the damage is done Black and white start fading into gray Well there's somethin' 'bout the bright city lights Got to my head last night I went one time too many to the well And it's a mighty fine line between right and wrong, Even thinner 'tween heaven and hell Well my soul ain't sold, but I got it up for sale That sun is beating down on me, I just can't hide 'Cause that midnight train that I've been on is no free ride Hey but what could be so wrong 'Bout lovin' wine, women and song I guess I'll get my kicks in now before they're gone Well there's somethin' 'bout the bright city lights Got to my head last night I went one time too many to the well And it's a mighty fine line between right and wrong, Even thinner 'tween heaven and hell Well my soul ain't sold, but I got it up for sale Well there's somethin' 'bout the bright city lights Got to my head last night I went one time too many to the well And it's a mighty fine line between right and wrong, Even thinner 'tween heaven and hell Well my soul ain't sold, but I got it up for sale Yeah, my soul ain't sold, but I got it up for sale "Hottest Thing in Town" (Billy Joe Shaver) Well she's the queen of the red-hot mamas, the hottest thing in town Yeah when she shows up at a honky-tonk, she can right just leave you down You know she get on down Yeah on down to the ground She's the cat's meow and the dog's bow-wow, the hottest thing in town Well a friend of a friend of a friend of mine said he knew her well Said she hung around heaven 'til she learned too much, she headed straight for hell, She went straight to hell Everything for sale Well she walks the walk and talks the talk, the hottest thing in town Well she's the hottest thing in town by a country mile Yeah she can lick her lips and roll her hips, really make you smile She's got everybody's number, and she's making all the rounds She's a hell of a heavenly ball of fire, the hottest thing in town Hey well someday I'll get lucky, I'll slide into her town Maybe if she sees me, we'll go 'round and 'round and 'round We'll go 'round and 'round Yeah we'll burn the whole town down We'll be a red hot thing and the latest fling, the hottest thing in town Yeah well she's the hottest thing in town by a country mile Yeah she can lick her lips and roll her hips, really make you smile She's got everybody's number, and she's making all the rounds She's a hell of a heavenly ball of fire, the hottest thing in town Yeah, she's a hell of a heavenly ball of fire, the hottest thing in town Yeah she's the hottest thing in town The hottest thing in town The hottest thing in town "Don't Come Back" (Willy Braun) Did you expect me not to be surprised? I see that far-off look there in your eyes Did you think I wouldn't realize what you'd done while I was gone? Did you want to hear that it's alright go ahead and find some other guy And if that's what you want, I guess it's fine Just don't come back here anymore Just don't come back here anymore And I won't believe those lines that you told me before Just walk away now Walk out that door And don't you come back here anymore What'd you think, that this was my first time to be replaced and sent on down the line Only once I thought I'd give it time, but I was wrong It took too long So just don't come back here anymore And I won't believe those lines that you told me before Just walk away now Walk out that door And don't you come back here anymore, oh no now Don't come back here anymore "Subterranean Homesick Blues" (Bob Dylan) Johnny's in the basement Mixing up the medicine I'm on the pavement Thinking about the government The man in the trench coat Badge out, laid off Says he's got a bad cough Wants to get it paid off Look out kid It's somethin' you did God knows when But you're doin' it again You better duck down the alley way Lookin' for a new friend The man in the coon-skin cap In the big pen Wants eleven dollar bills You only got ten Maggie comes fleet foot Face full of black soot Talkin' that the heat put Plants in the bed but The phone's tapped anyway Maggie says that many say They must bust in early May Orders from the D. A. Look out kid Don't matter what you did Walk on your tip toes Don't try "No Doz" Better stay away from those That carry around a fire hose Keep a clean nose Watch the plain clothes You don't need a weather man To know which way the wind blows Get sick, get well Hang around a ink well Ring bell, hard to tell If anything is goin' to sell Try hard, get barred Get back, write braille Get jailed, jump bail Join the army, if you fail Look out kid You're gonna get hit But users, cheaters Six-time losers Hang around the theaters Girl by the whirlpool Lookin' for a new fool Don't follow leaders Watch the parkin' meters Ah get born, keep warm Short pants, romance, learn to dance Get dressed, get blessed Try to be a success Please her, please him, buy gifts Don't steal, don't lift Twenty years of schoolin' And they put you on the day shift Look out kid They keep it all hid Better jump down a manhole Light yourself a candle Don't wear sandals Try to avoid the scandals Don't wanna be a bum You better chew gum The pump don't work 'Cause the vandals took the handles "Wild Western Windblown Band" (Bruce Hauser) Roll on You wild western windblown band Life's waitin' up the road for you and the future's in your hands Well I don't fly no aeroplanes And I don't ride railroad trains I just drive my truck down the blacktop lane to the next town Next week we'll be in Jackson Hole Got some good friends there to soothe our souls Lord, don't you know It's a good town So roll on You wild western windblown band Life's waitin' up the road for you and the future's in your hands I don't live for borrowing Lord and I don't love just one thing I believe in all that life brings down our highway So if you hear our words and songs Take what you need to be strong Don't be afraid to love us We won't do you no wrong So roll on You wild western windblown band Life' waitin' up the road for you and the future's in your hands Yeah, life's waitin' up the road for you and the future's in your hands "She Sang the Red River Valley" (Pinto Bennett) At general delivery, she picks up her mail Mama says Johnny just got out of jail She hopes he don't know where she's at How could she have ever loved that kind of cat But she remembers the dance in the moonlight >From the hall to the back of his car He taught her how to drink whiskey Three chords on a pawnshop guitar She remembers the first time he kissed her Back when the feeling was new She sang the Red River Valley For the cowboy who loved her so true She's working each night at what she knows best Hangin' in bars, a professional guest She picks up a young buckaroo Because he reminds her of someone she knew The telephone rings off the hook by her bed The other end's Johnny, a gun to his head He said, You always look good in black The next thing she heard was a bone-chilling crack She pulled into town just at sunrise Mama had strong coffee on She said, You know he's always been crazy It's best for us all that he's gone So at the request of the family Service was held for a few She sang the Red River Valley For the cowboy who loved her so true But she remembered the dance in the moonlight >From the hall to the back of his car He taught her how to drink whiskey Three chords on a pawnshop guitar She remembered the first time he kissed her Back when the feeling was new She sang the Red River Valley For the cowboy who loved her so true "Shook Me All Night Long" (A. Young, B. Johnson) She was a fast machine, She kept her motor clean, She was the best damn woman that I ever seen, She had a-sightless eyes, Telling me no lie, Knockin' me out with those American thighs, Taking more than her share, Had me fighting for air, She told me to come, but I was already there, 'Cos the walls start shaking, The earth was quaking, My mind was achin', And we were makin' it and you... Shook me all night long, Yeah you, shook me all night long. Running double time on that seduction line, She's one of a kind, She's just mine all mine, Well her claws, Are just another cause, Made a meal out of me, and come back for more, Tried to cool me down, To take another round, Well I'm back in the ring to take another swing, But the walls were shaking, The earth was quaking, My mind was aching, And we were making it and you... Shook me all night long, Yeah you, shook me all night long, Knocked me out, I said you Shook me all night long, Had me shaking and you, Shook me all night long, Had me shaking, Well you shook me... You really shook me and YOU! Shook me all night long, Aaaaahaaaahaaaah You... Shook me all night long, Yeah yeah you, Shook me all night long, You really got me and you, Shook me all night long, Yeah you shook me, Yeah you shook me, All night long. "You Should Be Gone" (Willy Braun) I don't know why you want me I just can't see If you'd done half the things I'd done to you to me, I'd walk away Leave without a trace, I couldn't stay 'Cause you keep hangin' on And I keep doin' you wrong And the cards and the stars all say you should be gone All day your phone keeps ringin' Offers come constantly And I don't know who keeps callin' One thing's for sure it isn't me 'Cause I don't have the time to play the fool 'Cause you keep holdin' on And I keep stringin' you along And there ain't no reason to stay you should be gone Sometimes I wonder how you live with my mistakes Sometimes I wonder how many more I'll have to make Well I know your father hates me And I can't say he's to blame 'Cause if you were my daughter not my lover Well you know I'd prob'ly feel the same Your friends all hate me too, but that's okay 'Cause you keep hangin' on And they keep callin' me a bum And everybody knows but me, you should be gone And the cards and the stars all say you should be gone And by the time I finish this song, you'll prob'ly be gone "My Baby Worships Me" (Steve Earle) Let me tell you 'bout the girl of mine Got her walkin' down th'assembly line She bring the paycheck home to me My baby, she worships me She like the way I walk She like the way I talk That woman can't let me be My baby, she worships me Go tell her, she pays the bill She make the payment on my Coupe de Ville She leave a 20 for me every day My baby, she pays my way She like the way I walk She like the way I talk That woman can't let me be My baby, she worships me My baby, she treat me right We ain't never been in a fight Once she caught me with her best friend Sue She just giggled, say "Ain't he cute?" She like the way I walk She like the way I talk That woman can't let me be My baby, she worships me My baby, she worships me "The Ballad of Tommy and Marla" (Steve Poltz) Tommy was a hesher from the valley He was as burned out as a building from the riots He had a rockin' little girfriend named Marla She was a cocktail waitress at The Pit Sometimes on the weekends they'd ride jetskis And they'd take a little trailer to the river They'd bring along a T.V. to watch Rick Dees They smoked dope and snorted crystal Meth Marla was as skinny as a fence post And the powder in the baggie made her talk Sometimes she combed her hair like Charlie's Angels Sometimes she looked as weird as Mr. Spock Sometimes on the weekends they'd eat fast food And they'd take his El Camino to the desert They'd ride his motorcycles in the sand dunes They smoked dope and snorted crystal Meth Tommy had a passion for firearms His confidence they really seemed to bolster He bought a ninety dollar pistol for his Mar-Mar She kept it in her little girlie holster Sometimes on the weekends they'd be fighting And Tommy thought his girl was telling lies He thought that she was thumpin' with the bass player Smoking all his dope and all his crystal Meth Then Tommy started suffering from delusions After five nights without any sleep He rammed his fist through Marla's bedroom window He shoved his car keys through her dirty little teeth But Marla got her fingers on the trigger She grabbed her little Tommy by the hair The pistol was still smoking on the counter The sirens were screaming through the air Scream on and on (no-o-o-o) Tommy was a hesher from the valley He's just a memory of his burned-out little world Marla's doing thirty years for murder She says she knows she's still his rockin' little girl Someday up in Heaven they'll ride jetskis They'll scrawl their names upon the Golden Wall And maybe up in heaven they'll watch Rick Dees Smoke a little dope and snort some crystal Meth "Strung Out and Wound" (Willy Braun, Chris Schelske) I know some day you're gonna realize not every little thing's gonna work out the way you'd like And I know that there ain't no other man alive who'd do the things that I've done for you There ain't no other guy who would cross that line that I just walked for you Hey little dreamer, take a look around All these things you've found that keep you strung out and wound up 'til now That same old song 's been playing all night long Will it take you high enough, or keep you on the ground I hope your tired eyes will finally come alive for it's too late too touch down Well I know some day that you'll be the one to say I was crazy and I never had a clue 'Cause if I never knew those things that you'd go through when you told me you'd found a way to kill the pain, make it all brand new Hey little dreamer, take a look around All these things you've found keep you strung out and wound up 'til now That same old song 's been playing all night long Will it take you high enough, or keep you on the ground I hope your tired eyes will finally come alive for it's too late to touch down God I hope your tired eyes will finally come alive for it's too late to touch down "Eight More Miles" (Willy Braun) It was a place of contentment And the family came by For some good-byes and good-lucks Then I left 'em behind In a rig from the old man I watched the sun comin' up through the fog on the windshield through the steam from the cup Eight more miles Eight more miles Eight more miles, we'll be high I can't decide If eight more miles is the top of the world or the end of the line It's a long stretch of highway drivin' into the wind But at the end you'll find the oldest tricks in a book that I still haven't read Eight more miles Eight more miles Eight more miles, we'll be high I can't decide If eight more miles is the top of the world or the end of the line If you go to the end of the road, you look back all the way down the line You see all those miles all those miles All those miles from so high You'll decide if all those miles to the top of the world was worth the ride It was a place of contentment And the family dropped by For some good-byes and tough-lucks Then I left 'em behind "Whole Lotta Love" (Page, Plant, Jones, Bonham) You need coolin', baby, I'm not foolin' I'm gonna send ya back t' schoolin' Way down inside, honey you need it I'm gonna give you my love I'm gonna give you my love, ohhhhh Wanna whole lotta love Wanna whole lotta love Wanna whole lotta love Wanna whole lotta love You've been learnin', baby, I bean learnin' All them good times, baby baby, I've been yearnin' Way, way down inside, honey, you need ah I'm gonna give you my love, ah I'm gonna give you my love, ah Oh, wanna whole lotta love Wanna whole lotta love Wanna whole lotta love Wanna whole lotta love You've been coolin', baby, I've been droolin' All the good times, baby, I've been misusin' A-way, way down inside, I'm gonna give you my love I'm gonna give you every inch of my love Gonna give you my love Hey-ah, alright, let's go Wanna whole lotta love Wanna whole lotta love Wanna whole lotta love Wanna whole lotta love Way down inside, woman You need, yeah, love My my my my, my my my my, oh Shake for me, girl I wanna be your backdoor man Hey, oh, hey, oh, hey, oh Oooh, oh Oh, oh, oh, woman-ma, hey Keep a-coolin', baby I keep a-coolin', baby I keep a-coolin', baby I keep a-coolin', baby Oh, oh, oh "Lovin' You (Hidden)" Ever since I was kissed off I've been more than slightly pissed off So I wrote this song to tell you how I feel Sure it's true you're pretty You're charming, warm, and witty But other than that, you just ain't no big deal So darlin', here's my message Read it loud and clear Get your head out of your ass and get your ass right out of here 'Cause there's no percentage in this There ain't nothin' to be won Lovin' you's the dumbest fuckin' thing I've ever done Well I placed you high above me I let you push and shove me Like a lovesick fool, I took it all in stride I let you annoy me But I won't let you destroy me And this song is proof that I've still got my pride! So darlin', here's my message Read it loud and clear Get your head out of your ass and get your ass right out of here 'Cause there's no percentage in this There ain't nothin' to be won Lovin' you's the dumbest fuckin' thing I've ever done I said lovin' you's the dumbest fuckin' thing I've ever done