Текст песни Then, Now And Until The End - The Charlie Daniels Band
                                                Do 
                                                you 
                                                know 
                                                me? 
                                                .
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                course 
                                                you 
                                                do! 
                                                .
 
                                    
                                
                                                Though 
                                                maybe 
                                                you 
                                                haven't 
                                                seen 
                                                me 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                little 
                                                while
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                that 
                                                drum 
                                                beat 
                                                comin' 
                                                through 
                                                your 
                                                car 
                                                radio
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                I'm 
                                                that 
                                                thumpin' 
                                                bass 
                                                that 
                                                drags 
                                                you 
                                                along 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                rhythm
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                that 
                                                part 
                                                of 
                                                music 
                                                that 
                                                makes 
                                                you 
                                                wanna 
                                                dance
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                    a 
                                                pure 
                                                gospel 
                                                song 
                                                issuing 
                                                forth 
                                                from 
                                                    a 
                                                Sunday 
                                                morning 
                                                church 
                                                house
 
                                    
                                
                                                Jesus! 
.                                                Jesus 
.                                                Jesus 
.                                                Jesus 
.                                                Jesus 
.                                                Jesus 
.                                                Jesus 
.                                                Jesus 
.                                                Jesus 
.                                                Jesus 
                                                .Jesus!
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                    a 
                                                happy 
                                                crystal 
                                                ring 
                                                of 
                                                    a 
                                                high 
                                                mountain 
                                                fiddle
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                the 
                                                blues 
                                                at 
                                                midnight 
                                                oozing 
                                                out 
                                                of 
                                                    a 
                                                back 
                                                street 
                                                honky-tonk
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                draw 
                                                my 
                                                nourishment 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                teeming 
                                                streets 
                                                of 
                                                New 
                                                York 
                                                City
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                lonely 
                                                grain 
                                                covered 
                                                plains 
                                                of 
                                                Minnesota
 
                                    
                                
                                                From 
                                                cabaret 
                                                and 
                                                camp 
                                                meeting, 
                                                and 
                                                bayou 
                                                and 
                                                beer 
                                                joint 
                                                and 
                                                good 
                                                times 
                                                and 
                                                ghettos
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                was 
                                                born 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                house 
                                                of 
                                                New 
                                                Orleans 
                                                travelling 
                                                up 
                                                the 
                                                river 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                North 
                                                bound 
                                                paddle 
                                                leaders
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                was 
                                                nurtured 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                Mississippi 
                                                delta 
                                                when 
                                                seeds 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                blues 
                                                sprang 
                                                forth 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                rich 
                                                black 
                                                soil
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                was 
                                                there 
                                                when 
                                                Elvis 
                                                learned 
                                                to 
                                                sing, 
                                                when 
                                                BB 
                                                got 
                                                his 
                                                first 
                                                guitar
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                black 
                                                and 
                                                white 
                                                and 
                                                smooth 
                                                and 
                                                rough 
                                                and 
                                                hard 
                                                and 
                                                soft
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                the 
                                                roots 
                                                of 
                                                American 
                                                music
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                I'm 
                                                always 
                                                there 
                                                just 
                                                the 
                                                local 
                                                service
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                when 
                                                the 
                                                chaff 
                                                of 
                                                trend 
                                                and 
                                                bad 
                                                is 
                                                swept 
                                                aside
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                exposed 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                Strong, 
                                                pulsating 
                                                and 
                                                very 
                                                much 
                                                alive
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                winds 
                                                of 
                                                change 
                                                may 
                                                blow 
                                                the 
                                                tree 
                                                away
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                the 
                                                roots 
                                                remain, 
                                                then, 
                                                now 
                                                and 
                                                until 
                                                the 
                                                end
 
                                    
                                
                            1 Then, Now And Until The End
2 Uneasy Rider
3 The South's Gonna Do It Again
4 Trudy
5 (What This World Needs Is) A Few More Rednecks
6 Long Haired Country Boy
7 Texas
8 Wichita Jail
9 Sweet Louisiana
10 Saddle Tramp
11 High Lonesome
12 Midnight Wind
13 The Devil Went Down to Georgia
14 Reflections
15 The Legend of Wooley Swamp
16 Carolina (I Remember You)
17 Still In Saigon
18 Running With That Crowd
19 American Farmer
20 Cowboy Hat In Dallas
21 Midnight Train
22 Funky Junky
23 Simple Man
24 (What This World Needs Is) A Few More Rednecks
25 Renegade
26 Talk To Me Fiddle
27 Layla
28 Drinkin' My Baby Goodbye
29 Honky Tonk Avenue
30 Play Me Some Fiddle
31 Funky Junky
32 Drinkin' My Baby Goodbye
33 Boogie Woogie Fiddle Country Blues
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