Rebel Meets Rebel

Rebel Meets Rebel
Info/Purchase Rebel Meets Rebel:
amazon

“What Rebel Meets Rebel isn’t: a cash-in tribute or genre-mixing novelty. Nor is it a Pantera record with D.A.C. on vocals. What the album is: a full-blown celebration of hard rock/hard country synergy, harder liquor, and even harder partyin’.”
-Jeff Gilbert nodepression.com

David Allan Coe – lead vocals, rhythm guitar
Dimebag Darrell – lead guitar, backing vocals
Rex Brown – bass guitar
Vinnie Paul – drums
Joey Floyd — fiddle on “Rebel Meets Rebel”
Hank Williams III — vocals on “Get Outta My Life”
Rex Mauney — keyboards

At the close of the 1990’s, Coe met Pantera guitarist Dimebag Darrell in Fort Worth, Texas, and the two musicians, struck by the similarity of the approaches between country and heavy metal, agreed to work together and began production on the album with Vinnie Paul and Rex Brown. I was recorded sporadically between 1999 and 2003, and released in 2006 via Vinnie Paul’s ‘Big Vin Records’.


Lyrics:
1. Nothin' To Lose
I am a gambler god knows I’ve been around
I’ve lived it up now I’m livin’ it down
I’ve played some hunches, and I’ve played some blues
A man with nothing ain’t got nothing to lose

I thought my woman was my ace in the hole
But when she left me I was out of control
I’ve just had bad luck since I got the news
A man with nothing ain’t got nothing to lose

Old lady luck ain’t nobody’s friend
And old dame fortune broke my heart in the end
Love was the one thing I tried not to abuse

A man with nothing ain’t got nothing to lose

I like casinos and I love slot machines
I lost a fortune if you know what I mean
Those one armed bandits was the wrong thing to choose
A man with nothing ain’t got nothing to lose

You wanna help me do you know where I’m at
Don’t try to change me girl it’s to late for that
You say quit gamblin’ and I’ll have to refuse
A man with nothing ain’t got nothing to lose

I lost it all I don’t have no more to give
The doctor tells me I don’t have long to live
My friends all say they’d hate to be in my shoes

A man with nothin’ ain’t got nothing to lose

You say salvation is the one thing I need
Its hell or heaven that I’m just a bad seed
What makes you think you have the right to accuse

A man with nothin’ ain’t got nothin’ to lose

Nothin’ to lose
Nothin’ to lose
Nothin’ to lose

2. Rebel Meets Rebel
We raise a lot of hell, drink a lot of booze
Don’t need a damn reason for the things we do
So break out the bottles and bring on the crowd
Exercise your freedom, rowdy and loud

Get down, let’s jam
All night, that’s right

Rebel meets rebel
And that means trouble
Rebel meets rebel
Double trouble

Rebel meets rebel, man to man
Renegade singer, outlaw band
Rebel meets rebel

Quitters looking back, ‘cos there ain’t nothin’ to hide
It’s just a get-together pf country/metal minds
Could it be the future, a sign of the times?
When rebel meets rebel, we’re partners in crime

Get down, let’s jam
All night, that’s right

Rebel meets rebel
And that means trouble
When rebel meets rebel
Double trouble

Rebel meets rebel, we’ve got our pride
Like old Hank said, it’s been a long hard ride
When rebel meets rebel

3. Cowboys Do More Dope
Country music stars like the catchy bars
They smoke a lot of weed
Yeah, those country singers like to catch their buzz
They love to drink whiskey

Shotgun-Willie he got popped on the highway
With a roach of that dealie in his ashtray
Them cocaine cowboys just don’t feel right unless they’re high

Cowboys do more dope
Than rock ‘n’ rollers
I wonder if cowboys do more dope
Than rock ‘n’ rollers

Those long-haired rednecks like to pack their nose
They do a lot of blow
Those dog roofers like to take acid trips
They love to go fast, not slow

Behind that clean face in the closet hooked on freebase
Lurks another up-and-coming star
Them cranked up cowboys just don’t feel right unless they’re high, high

Cowboys do more dope
Than rock ‘n’ rollers
I wonder if cowboys do more dope
Than rock ‘n’ rollers

Cowboys do more dope
Than rock ‘n’ rollers
Do you think cowboys do more dope
Than rock ‘n’ rollers?

Listen up, people
Don’t take the purple acid
You’ll have to get down off them towers

4. Panfilo
(Instrumental)
5. Heart Worn Highway
On this Heart Worn Highway
Into the heat of night
Look in your rearview mirror
Tucson is out of sight

Headin’ for Oklahoma
Texas is still ahead
Face on a Wanted poster
Wanted alive or dead

Destined to die an outlaw
Braggin’ in every town
Two steps ahead of danger
Waiting to bring you down

Cling to your loaded pistol
Keep it right by your side
Haul ass on Heart Worn, run away
This could be your last ride

I was on Heart Worn Highway
Too late to turn back now
You made the bed you lay in
And they’ll find your trail somehow

You just gotta keep on runnin’
From all the things you’ve done
Out on that Heart Worn Highway
You’ll never buy the gun

Destined to die an outlaw
Braggin’ in every town
Two steps ahead of danger
Waiting to bring you down

Cling to your loaded pistol
Keep it right by your side
Out on some Heart Worn Highway
This could be your last ride

Destined to die an outlaw
Confined in every town
Two steps ahead of danger
Waiting to bring you down

Cling to your loaded pistol
Now, keep it right by your side
Out on some Heart Worn Highway
This could be your last ride

6. One Nite Stands
I don’t make promises that I can’t keep
Got to keep movin’, got no time to sleep
Don’t talk to me about my future plans
It’s time to go, I’m into one nite stands

I’m into one nite stands
I’m into one nite stands
If you want wedding rings to put on your hands
Don’t look at me I’m into one nite stands

Ride the highways like a man possessed
I got this demon here inside my chest
I’m hard to satisfy, you understand?
I need some love, I’m into one nite stands

I’m into one nite stands
I’m into one nite stands
If you want wedding rings to put on your hands
Don’t look at me I’m into one nite stands

Play, Dime!

I play some football, like my younger days
Then our ol’ Hendrix sing Purple Haze
That’s when I put together my first band
And now I’m only into one nite stands

I’m into one nite stands
I’m into one nite stands
If you want wedding rings to put on your hands
Don’t look at me I’m into one nite stands

One nite stands

7. Arizona Rivers
When you’re young
You wanna believe
Believe in love

Believe in everything

Time
Seems to be on your side
When you’re young
And in love

Time
To move along, baby
I’ve got this feelin’ something’s going on

I can’t make my mind up
When I do
I tell you, baby I’ll be through with you

I feel a heart ache comin’ on
I feel a heart ache comin’ on
I feel a heartbreak
And it’s coming on strong

8. Get Outta My Life
I’ve been cool for far too long
Just a matter of time before I break I took more shit than I wanted to take
You can’t look me in the eyes
Somethings gone wrong and you know I know I’m like a stick of dynamite ready to blow
I just can’t accept your lies no more
It ain’t my fault that you can’t take it just ain’t cool if you have to fake it

Don’t threaten me just pack your trash
And don’t let the door hit you in the ass
Get outta my life!

Get up get gone I gotta keep on keeping on
Too much pain and too much strife up yours
Get outta my life!
Get up get gone I gotta keep on keeping on
Too much pain and too much strife up yours
Get outta my life!

I ain’t gonna be cool no more
You took advantage of my whole deal this ain’t about you it’s the way I feel
Nothing’s ever good enough
Your never satisfied heard it all before when you give all you got you can’t give no more
It’s too late to change my mind
I can’t turn back the hands of time you should have noticed the danger sign

Don’t threaten me just pack your trash
And don’t let the door hit you in the ass
Get outta my mother fucking life!

Get up get gone I gotta keep on keeping on
Too much pain and too much strife up yours
Get outta my life!
Get up get gone I gotta keep on keeping on
Too much pain and too much strife up yours
Get outta my life!

Get up get gone I gotta keep on keeping on
Too much pain and too much strife up yours
Get outta my life!
Get up get gone I gotta keep on keeping on
Too much pain and too much strife up yours
Get outta my life!

9. Cherokee Cry
Talk about Indian rights and wrongs sing a few more freedom songs
Look to the spirit, ride the wind let’s not walk that trail of tears again

Digging up our sacred grounds won’t you leave the dead alone
Let the eagle fly and the buffalos roam and give us back our home

Cherokee cry
Cherokee cry
Cherokee cry
Cherokee cry

Right up front I want my freedom back
I know about Geronimo’s Cadillac
That’s how you got us on the reservation don’t talk to me about segregation

Digging up our sacred grounds won’t you leave the dead alone
Let the eagle fly and the buffalos roam and give us back our home

Cherokee cry
Cherokee cry
Cherokee cry
Cherokee cry
Set me free, yeah

Cry, oh, Cherokee cry
Cry, oh, Cherokee cry
Cry, oh, Cherokee cry
Cry, oh, Cherokee cry

10. Time
We have one nanosecond In the spectrum of time
Cause it’s about the dead It’s all in your mind

Reality, senility human race, outer space
My head’s about to overload

Explode, explode

Alien forces live inside my brain
I must obey them or I’ll go insane

Procreation, concentration penetration, ejaculation
My head’s about to overload

Explode, explode
Explode, explode

Cold shots on the rocks
You know how it makes me feel
You better see, set me free
Don’t give me no better deal
Anagram, sonogram
Looking for a thing that’s real
All for sale, new ghost town

Time is something you can’t steal
Time is something you can’t steal
Time is something you can’t steal

This black painted sign says: “Jesus saves”
Ride on the highways to an early grave

Remorse, intercourse voices from my alien force
My head’s about to overload

Explode, explode

Cowboys From Hell on the radio
Turn it up now just as loud as it will go

Guitar bastards, cymbal crashers
Strobe light flashin’, motel bashin’
My head’s about to overload

Explode, explode
Explode, explode

Cold shots on the rocks
You know how it makes me feel
You better see, set me free
Don’t give me no better deal
Anagram, sonogram
Looking for a thing that’s real
Ultrasound, vocals down

Time is something you can’t steal
Time is something you can’t steal
Time is something you can’t steal

We have one nanosecond in the spectrum of
Time is something you can’t steal

Time is something you can’t steal
Time is something you can’t steal

Time is something you can’t steal
Time is something you can’t steal

We have one nanosecond in the spectrum of time

Time is something you can’t steal

11. No Compromise
(Spoken:)
This is David Allan Coe and the Cowboys From Hell, and everything we do, we do 110%.
That’s the bottom line, and that means no compromise.

(Sung:)
I’m guilty,
Nut I’ll drink myself innocent
Recklessly honest,
But I’m content
I ain’t scared of nothin’,
I’m in control
I am my own master,
Nobody owns my soul

No compromise
No compromise
No compromise
No compromise

I’m innocent,
But I’ll drink till I’m guilty
You live in a state of confusion
I live in ahe state of Texas
You follow some leader,
I follow my mind
That’s what happens, my friend
When the blind leads the blind

No compromise
No compromise
No compromise
No compromise

When it comes, just break it
Ow, bottom’s up

No compromise
No compromise
No compromise
No compromise
Never!

12. N.Y.C. Streets
[Spoken:] [David Allan Coe:] I thought what was cool, was… uh, rockin’ Rita looking for a Dimebag,
like, people who don’t know who you are think it’s some chick lookin’ for dope.

[Dimebag:] Exactly.

[David Allan Coe laughs] [Dimebag:] You know it’s all about the lyrics.

[David Allan Coe:] You know what I mean?

[Dimebag:] Yeah, man.

[David Allan Coe:] Yeah, I hear ya.

[Dimebag:] Here we go…

[Sung:] Cowboy junkies on the radio
Singin’ some ol’ funky tune
Time to change the station he says:
Stop the car let me out

I say hey, dude what’s that all about
The artist formally known as
Man, that’s insane
Purple Rain, hey dude
Cut me some slack
What’s his real name

Bridge, man

New York City streets horns blowin’
I don’t care
People goin’ God knows where

Freaks on the corner
Hair dyed blue
Lookin’ at me
But I’m lookin’ at you

I wonder what am I doin’ here
What am I doin’ here

Whiskey signs fashion in my mind
Time to get loaded
And get out of this town

Pantera on the Marquee
Better stay one more day
Iron Maiden, Motörhead
Fuck, heavy metal ain’t dead

Hey dude
What’s that you said
Rockin’ Rita
Lookin’ for a Dimebag
What’s up with that dude
Ah, turn the music up
Turn the music up

Go to the bridge, now

New York City streets
Horns blowin’
People goin’ God knows where
I don’t care

Freaks on the corner hair dyed blue
Lookin’ at me
And I’m lookin’ at you

What am I doin’ here
God, what am I doin’ here you say your name is

[Spoken:] Hey dude, check it out.
I got this tape by some friends of mine, called Punk Jack.
Ey, good, you gotta hear these guys.
They ain’t got no record deal. What difference does that make?
You don’t need a record deal, motherfucker – listen to the music, dude.

Fuckin’ A, dude

– Review of Rebel Meets Rebel by allmusic.com

-Review of Rebel Meets Rebel by nodepression.com