Rebel Meets Rebel

Rebel Meets Rebel
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“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: [toggle title=”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 [/toggle] [toggle title=”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[/toggle] [toggle title=”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 [/toggle] [toggle title=”4. Panfilo”](Instrumental)[/toggle] [toggle title=”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[/toggle] [toggle title=”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[/toggle] [toggle title=”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 [/toggle] [toggle title=”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![/toggle] [toggle title=”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[/toggle] [toggle title=”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 [/toggle] [toggle title=”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![/toggle] [toggle title=”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[/toggle]

– Review of Rebel Meets Rebel by allmusic.com

-Review of Rebel Meets Rebel by nodepression.com