1. CALL IT WHAT YOU WANT

I'm in love with a lady and I know
The lady's in love with me.
And she knows that I'll always be there.
That's why she's a-willin' and ready.
But now and then, ev'ry once in a while
Something inside of me, maybe inside of her.
Have you ever had one of those days
When it all is going wrong?
And it just can't seem to get along.
But through it all you know you're gonna make it.

Call it true love, call it not meant to be.
You can call it anything at all, ya see.
Call it what you want.
It's all the same to me.

Music means alot to me.
Like love I make it when I can.
All I am is all I'll ever be,
And that's just a boy from Texarkana.
But now and then, Oh, but once in a while,
They start treatin' me like some kinda superstar.
Need I mention at the end of
The day what matters most of all
It's not where you're at, but where you're comin' from.
When all is said and done.
You can call it...

Heavy metal, hard-core, punk, pop, or thrash.
You can call it anything it don't matter to me.
Call it what you want.
It's all music to me.

Call it communism, call it free.
Some call the ocean what some call the sea.
Call it what you want.
It doesn't change a thing for me. Not a thing.

Baby's lyin' in a cradle.
Universe is all within its reach.
Wearin' rags or mink and sable.
Needs a guiding hand or it's out on the street.
Now, momma's out, she's never at home.
Daddy's takin' care of business, he's out on the road.
It's rainin' cats and dogs.
But the child within us all must face the storm.

Call it individuality.
Some call it fate, others reality.
Call it what you want.
It doesn't matter to me.

Call it communism, call it free.
Some call the ocean what some call the sea.
Call it what you want.
It doesn't change a thing for me.


2. FREEDOM SLAVES

I pledge no allegiance to your flag.
I feel I got me some damn good reasons for feelin' bad.
Way they take away ev'ry mother's son,
If you want freedom now, it's got to be won.
It's only bullets. It's just a gun.
Ain't gon' hurt no one.

I don't know what they must be thinkin'.
Makin' decisions on a hard night's drinkin'.
Momma, gon' take your little boy.
Gonna make him 'to a man,
Make him a stranger in a strange land.

[Chorus:]
Freedom slaves
What have you done
Freedom slaves
With ev'ry mother's son?
Freedom slaves
Can't ya see that we're all freedom slaves?
Freedom slaves
What have you done?
Freedom slaves
And all for number one.
Freedom slaves
It's clear to see that we're all freedom slaves.

No sign of justice nor liberty
By takin' an Indian Nation, 'cause they was all that we wanted to be.
All good people from the Kingdom of the Sun.
Welcome to freedom. Now, there's work to be done.
It's only natural to know it's wrong.
Why did it go so long?

I don't know what next they'll be killin',
Rapin' the land with pollution and spillin'.
Here's to the tired, to the hungry,
To the helpless and the poor.
Is there no glory for blisters and sores?

[Chorus]

Who are those people?
So patriotically sittin' back of tables
Pon their asses, lickin' labels, tryin' to change me.
You'd think the way they act, the way they carry on,
You'd think that I was the devil's Seventh Son.
But it's only words. It's just a song.
Ain't gonna hurt no one.

[Chorus]

Freedom slaves.
Freedom slaves.
Freedom slaves.

Attention!
About Face!
March!
Left, right, left, right, left, right.
Your momma, she was a....[fade out]


3. CHILDRENS HERITAGE

I like music it makes me feel so good
And all of my children are gunna like it like they should
Some don't like it yes it's true
They can do what they wanna do

Don't be afraid
Don't wanna hurt you
You're not to blame
Someone before you
Didn't take time
Ta teach ya ta love me
Well my my my dear
And I love you

Pump that gas, dig that hole in the ground
Saturday night woke everybody in town
Make my music talk to me
Sing my song so peacefully

I like music it makes me feel so good
And all of my children are gunna like it like they should
Some don't like it yes it's true
They can do what they wanna do

Don't be afraid
Don't wanna hurt you
You're not to blame
Someone before you
Didn't take time
Ta teach ya ta love me
Well my my my dear
And I love you

Pump that gas, dig that hole in the ground
Saturday night woke everybody in town
Make my music talk to me
Sing my song so peacefully


4. COTTON FIELD

When I was a little bitty baby,
My momma would rock me in a cradle,
In them o-o-old cotton fields back home.

Well it was down in Louisiana,
Just about a mile from Texarkana,
In them o-o-old cotton fields back home.

Oh, when them cotton bolls get rotten,
You can't pick very much cotton,
In them old cotton fields back home.

Well it was down in Louisiana,
Just about a mile from Texarkana,
In them o-o-old cotton fields back home.

When I was a little bitty baby,
My momma would rock me in a cradle,
In them o-o-old cotton fields back home.

Well it was down in Louisiana,
Just about a mile from Texarkana,
In them o-o-old cotton fields back home.

Back home
Back home
Back home
Back home

When I was a little bitty baby,
My momma would rock me in a cradle,
In them old cotton fields back home.

Well it was down in Louisiana,
Just about a mile from Texarkana,
In them o-o-old cotton fields back home.

Oh, when them cotton bolls get rotten,
You can't pick very much cotton,
In them old cotton fields back home.

Well it was down in Louisiana,
Just about a mile from Texarkana,
In them o-o-old cotton fields back home.

When I was a little bitty baby,
My momma would rock me in a cradle,
All night long.

All night long.
Adios mother