LYRICS

Rebel Of My Hometown

(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

Chorus:

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

And 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 shit 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

Chorus:

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

Nor on the Austin City Limits Show

And if I'd even sing at Folsom Prison

They wouldn't let me out again I know

Well, 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 some guy that I used to be

Rückseite: Committed To Parkview

Ernst Tauer, Heiko "Cody" Himmelmann, "Rye" W. Henderson, Biber Herrmann, Klaus "Mozart" Müller (t) & 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

Chorus:

"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 know 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"

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 your "Purple People Eater" be

If you just sing the songs of Waylon Jennings, Tom T. Hall or Dickey Lee

Closing:

"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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