LYRICS

Rebel Of My Hometown (F.ckin' Walluf) (Rolf Hierath)

They don’t like the way I make my livin’ I bet they’d rather have me doin’ time For I like more the takin’ than the givin’ And Jack D. from Tennessee’s a friend of mine

I don’t get up early in the mornin’ Hard workin’ never was my desire I like hangin’ ‘round inside those beer joints Gettin’ drunk and settin’ the woods on fire

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And I’m proud to be the rebel of my hometown With bloodshot eyes I make it through the day There ain’t no road that I ain’t gonna go down And if you don’t like me just get out of my way

I dig Rock ‘n’ Roll and Country Music I still go ape when I hear BLUE SUEDE SHOES Younger folks make noise and call it music While I still sing the FOLSOM PRISON BLUES

I don’t like that dodo they call teen queen Lord, I know there must be somethin’ wrong To me she’s more a scarecrow than a teen queen And she’s stupid as the fuckin’ day is long

Everywhere I go it seems like trouble And I believe it’s gotta be that way But I don’t care and drink ‘til I see double ‘Cause I just gotta have a ball each day

Yes, I make a party out of livin’ And I don’t give a damn about it all They say I wreck a life the Lord has given But I never rose so I can’t even fall

Millions In The Phonebooks (Rolf Hierath)

You'll never read my name in the papers And you'll never see my face on TV My songs will never be smash hits And I'll never do the Grand Ole Opry.

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I'm just one out of the millions in the phonebooks I'm just one out of the thousands on the streets I'm just one out of the millions in the phonebooks And that's all I'm ever gonna be.

I never will be singin' at the White House Or on the Austin City Limits Show And if I'd even sing at Folsom Prison They wouldn't let me out again I know.

Now I don't care what people think about me Some see me as a drunk at the Bar But as long as there's someone who understands me I keep believin' that I'm gonna go far...

And now you read my name in the papers And now you watch my show on TV Gene Price says my songs are big hits But I'm still the same guy that I used to be.

Yeah, I'm still the same guy that I used to be.

Rückseite: Committed To Parkview

Ernst Tauer, Cody Himmelmann, "Rye" W. Henderson, Biber Herrmann, Klaus "Mozart" Müller & Charly Draeger in the Studio

Ben Colder, Please Don't Sing My Songs (Rolf Hierath)

Ben I know come "Flyin' Time" things are gettin' funny and so on But I wonder what ole Jimmy thought the day you changed the name of "Big Bad John" You're right, it sure is funny how good ole Willie's "Wine Sips Away" While pickin' flow'rs in "Rosie's Garden" or eatin' "Little Green Apples" by the way.

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"It's Such A Pretty World Tonight" And I know your moonshine tastes alright But if we both shall get along, please don't sing my songs Ben Colder, please don't sing my songs.

Hell I don't why Johnny didn't kill you when he first heard "What Is Youth?" And I don't know what I had done if I'd been in his place Ben, that's the truth! Well, I haven't talked to any of the singers whose songs you changed you know But Conway, he sure was pissed off the day he first heard "Fifteen Beers Ago".

Chorus

I swear I'll do most everything to always keep my songs away from you No matter what I've written but what you'd make out of it would make me blue I promise you that I will always let the "Purple People Eater" be If you just sing the songs of Waylon Jennings, Tom T. Hall or Dickey Lee.

Chorus

"It's Such A Pretty World Tonight" And I know your moonshine tastes alright Over the lips and through the gums Look out stomach here it comes!

Rückseite: Carroll County Accident

"RYE" W. HENDERSON & EIGHTY-SIX PROOF:

"Rye" W. Henderson (Rolf Hierath) - vocals, guitar

Charly Draeger - guitar

Ernst Tauer - bass/background vocals

Norbert Ewen - drums/background vocals

Jörg Ratajczyk - drums

Heiko "Cody" Himmelmann - dobro/guitar

Klaus Müller (Mozart) t - fiddle

Matthias "Biber" Herrmann - background vocals

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