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Let me tell ya,
Where I come from it's grits and gravy not champagne caviar Got a pick up truck this ain't no mercedes That's who we are ohhhhh (Yeah I wouldn't change a thing) I ain't no saint sometimes a sinner and I can't tell you why but I get up every morning thank the man above (ohhhh wooo my life is good) Let me tell ya how good Like my women HOT and my beer ice cold A real fast car and my whiskey old Like a slow drive down an old dirt road That's how I like it I like to turn my music way up loud Ain't nothing better than the sound of a crowd American Flag it makes me proud, Thats how I like it - wooooooooo aa Listen now Ain't no cell phone towers you won't catch me online Workin with my hands for hours that's how I spend my time And I don't stand in line for coffee it ain't my cup of tea Out here in the country we got everything we need oooooh woooooooooo Yeah Like my women HOT and my beer ice cold A real fast car and my whiskey old like a slow drive down an old dirt road That's how I like it I like to turn my music way up loud Ain't nothing better than the sound of a crowd American Flag makes me proud, Thats how I like it ohhhhhhh wooooooo Thats how I like it (whistle) Like my women HOT and my beer ice cold A real fast car and my whiskey old like a slow drive down an old dirt road That's how I like it I like to turn my music way up loud Ain't nothing better than the Skynyrd crowd American Flag it makes me proud, Thats how I like it Thats why we like it Thats how I like it woooooo mmmmmm yeahhhhh |
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| 2. |
| 3:39 |
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Well, its 8 o'clock in Boise, Idaho
I'll find my limo driver Mister, take us to the show I done made some plans for later on tonight I'll find a little queen And I know I can treat her right. (Chorus) What's your name, little girl? What's your name? Shootin' you straight, little girl? Won't you do the same?. Back at the hotel Lord we got such a mess It seems that one of the crew Had a go with one of the guests, oh yes Well, the police said we can't drink in the bar What a shame Won't you come upstairs girl And have a drink of champagne What's your name, little girl? What's your name? Shootin' you straight, little girl? For there ain't no shame. (Chorus) (Chorus) 9 o'clock the next day And I'm ready to go I got six hundred miles to ride To do one more show, oh no Can I get you a taxi home It sure was grand When I come back here next year I wanna see you again What was your name, little girl? What's your name? Shootin' you straight, little girl? Well there ain't no shame What was your name, little girl? What's your name? Shootin' you straight, little girl? Won't you do the same? |
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| 3. |
| 5:58 |
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Yes sir
Well the bigger the city, well the brighter the lights The bigger the dog, well the harder the bite I don't know where you been last night But I think mama, you ain't doin' right (Chorus) Say I know a little I know a little about it I know a little I know a little 'bout it I know a little 'bout love And baby I can guess the rest Well now I don't read that daily news 'Cause it ain't hard to figure Where people get the blues They can't dig what they can't use If they stick to themselves They'd be much less abused (Chorus) Play me a little, oh yeah Yeah Well if you want me to be your only man Said listen up mama, teach you all I can Do right baby, by your man Don't worry mama, teach you all I can (Chorus) Well I know a little 'bout love Baby I want your best |
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| 5:09 | 
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| 5. |
| 7:40 |
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MAMA TOLD ME WHEN I WAS YOUNG
"COME SIT BESIDE ME, MY ONLY SON AND LISTEN CLOSELY TO WHAT I SAY AND IF YOU DO THIS, IT WILL HELP YOU SOME SUNNY DAY TAKE YOUR TIME... DON'T LIVE TOO FAST TROUBLES WILL COME AND THEY WILL PASS GO FIND A WOMAN AND YOU'LL FIND LOVE AND DON'T FORGET, SON THERE IS SOMEONE UP ABOVE." "AND BE A SIMPLE KIND OF MAN BE SOMETHING YOU LOVE AND UNDERSTAND BABY, BE A SIMPLE KIN OF MAN WON'T YOU DO THIS FOR ME, SON IF YOU CAN?" "FORGET YOUR LUST FOR THE RICH MAN'S GOLD ALL THAT YOU NEED IS IN YOUR SOUL AND YOU CAN DO THIS IF YOU TRY AND THAT I WANT FOR YOU MY SON IS TO BE SATISFIED" "BOY, DON'T YOU WORRY...YOU'LL FIND YOURSELF FOLLOW YOUR HEART AND NOTHING ELSE AND YOU CAN DO THIS IF YOU TRY ALL THAT I WANT FOR YOU, MY SON IS TO BE SATISFIED." |
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| 6. |
| 6:47 |
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Whiskey bottles, and brand new cars
Oak tree you're in my way There's too much coke and too much smoke Look what's going on inside you Ooooh that smell Can't you smell that smell Ooooh that smell The smell of death surrounds you Angel of darkness is upon you Stuck a needle in your arm So take another toke, have a blow for your nose One more drink fool, will drown you Ooooh that smell Can't you smell that smell Ooooh that smell The smell of death surrounds you Now they call you Prince Charming Can't speak a word when you're full of 'ludes Say you'll be all right come tomorrow But tomorrow might not be here for you Ooooh that smell Can't you smell that smell Ooooh that smell The smell of death surrounds you Hey, you're a fool you Stick them needles in your arm I know I been there before One little problem that confronts you Got a monkey on your back Just one more fix, Lord might do the trick One hell of a price for you to get your kicks Ooooh that smell Can't you smell that smell Ooooh that smell The smell of death surrounds you Ooooh that smell Can't you smell that smell Ooooh that smell The smell of death surrounds you |
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| 6:16 |
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OOOOOOO MMM MMM MMMMMMM
We don't have no plastic L.A. friends ain't on the edge of no popular trend ain't never seen the inside of that magazine GQ we don't care if your a lawyer or a Texas oil man or some waitress busting ass at some liquor stand if you got soul we hang out with people just like you Well my hairs turning white my necks always been red my collars still blue we've always been here just trying to sing the truth to you guess you could say we've always been Red White and Blue Ride our own bikes to Sturgis pay are own dues smokin camels and drinking domestic brews if you want to know where i've been just look at my hands yeah i've driven by the white house and spent some time in jail mama cried but she still wouldn't pay my bail i ain't been no angel but even god he understands My hairs turning white my necks always been red my collars still blue we've always been here just trying to sing the truth to you guess you could say we've always been red white and blue yeah that's right..... My daddy worked hard and so have I We paid our taxes and gave our lives to serve this great country so what are they complaining about yeah we love our families we love our kids you know it's love that makes us all so rich that's where were at if they don't like it they can just...get the hell out! Yeah! My hairs turning white my necks always been red my collars still blue we've always been here just trying to sing the truth to you guess you could say we've always been red white and blue OooOoOO RED WHITE AND BLUE YA KNOW YA KNOW YA KNOW RED WHITE AND BLUE YEAH ooooOOOO RED WHITE AND BLUUUUUUUE..... |
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| 8. |
| 1:36 |
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Well Billy Joe told me, said everything's lookin' fine
He's got the place all secured, got the icebox full of wine He said hurry on over and don't be late He got three lovely ladies who just won't wait Do some down south jukin' And lookin' for a peace of mind Now put your Sunday pants on, lets get out on on the road We been workin' all week, and thinkin' its time we let go I got three fine mamas sittin all alone, gonna sip my wine and get it on And do some down south jukin' Lookin' for a peace of mind Now come Monday morn we'll be headin' out to the field And we'll be doin our thing for Papa and ol' Uncle Bill Lord, but come Friday night we'll be headin to town Tryin' to pick up any woman hanging around And do some down south jukin' Lookin' for a peace of mind |
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| 9. |
| 2:12 |
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Life is so strange when its changin', yes indeed
Well I've seen the hard times and the pressure's been on me But I keep on workin' like the workin' man do And I've got my act together, gonna walk all over you (chorus) Gimme back my bullets Put 'em back where they belong Ain't foolin' around 'cause I done had my fun Ain't gonna see no more damage done Gimme back my bullets Sweet talkin' people done ran me out of town And I drank enough whiskey to float a battleship around But I'm leavin' this game one step ahead of you And you will not hear me cry 'cause I do not sing the blues (chorus) Gimme back my bullets Put 'em back where they belong Ain't foolin' around 'cause I done had my fun Ain't gonna see no more damage done Gimme back, gimme back my bullets Oh, put 'em back... where they belong Been up and down since I turned seventeen Well I've been on top, and then it seems I lost my dream But I got it back, I'm feelin' better everyday Tell all those pencil pushers, better get out of my way (chorus) Gimme back my bullets Put 'em back where they belong Ain't foolin' around, 'cause I done had my fun Ain't gonna see no more damage done Gimme back, gimme back my bullets Oh put 'em back where they belong Gimme back my bullets |
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| 1:46 |
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Eleven times I been busted, eleven times I been to jail
Some of the times I been there nobody could go my bail Well it seems to me, Lord that this ol' boy just don't fit Well I can jump in a rosebush and come out smelling like sh... Those misters dressed in blue never done so right by me Some of the times I was innocent but the judge said guilty I'm not one to complain now son I tell you true When the black cat cross your trail, Lord It comes in misery times two (Chorus) Double trouble--that's what my friends all call me (Double trouble) I said, double trouble T-R-O-U-B-L-E Well I was born down in the gutter With a temper as hot as fire Spent ninety days on a peat farm just doin' the county's time Well now, even mama said Son you're bad news And it won't be too long before someone puts one through you (Chorus) (Chorus) |
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| 4:21 |
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Well I used to wake the morning,
Before the rooster crow Searchin' for soda bottles, To get myself some dough. Run 'em down to the corner, Down to the country store, Cash 'em in and give my money To a man named Curtis Loew. Old Curt was a black man With white, curly hair. When he had a fifth of wine He did not have a care. He used to own an old Dobro, Used to play across his knees. I'd give old Curt my money, He'd play all day for me. Chorus: Play me a song Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew. I got your drinkin' money, Tune up your Dobro. People said he was useless, Them people all were fools. 'Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker To ever play the blues. He looked to be sixty, And maybe I was 10. Mama used to whoop me, But I'd go see him again. I'd clap my hands, stomp my feets, Try to stay in time. He'd play me a song or two Then take another drink a wine. Chorus On the day old Curtis died, Nobody came to pray. Old preacher said some words And they chunked him in the clay. Well he lived a lifetime Playin' the Black Man's Blues. And on the day he lost his life That's all he had to lose. Play me a song Curtis Loew, hey Curtis Loew. I wish that you was here, So everyone would know. People said you were useless, Them people all were fools. 'Cause Curtis you're the finest picker To ever play the blues. |
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| 7:02 |
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Train, roll on, on down the line.
Won't you, please, take me far away. Now I feel the wind blow outside my door. Means I'm, I'm leaving my woman at home. Tuesday's gone with the wind. Oh, my baby's gone with the wind. And I don't know, oh, where I'm going. I just want to be left alone. When this train ends I'll try again Oh, I'm leaving my woman at home. Tuesday's gone with the wind. Tuesday's gone with the wind. Tuesday's gone with the wind. My baby's gone with the wind. Train, roll on, Tuesday's gone. Train, roll on many miles from my home. See I'm, I'm riding my blues away, yeh. Tuesday, you see, she had to be free. Lord, but somehow I've got to carry on. Tuesday's gone with the wind. Tuesday's gone with the wind. Tuesday's gone with the wind. My baby's gone with the wind. Train, roll on, Tuesday's gone. Train, roll on 'cause my baby's gone.. I'm riding my blues away, baby Ride on train, ride my blues away...... Turn around my blues Ride on, train, ride on, train Riding my blues, babe Come back to me, babe Come back to me Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh train.. |
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| 4:03 |
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I've got my pistols in my pockets boys,
I'm Alabama bound. I've got my pistols in my pockets boys, I'm I'm Alabama bound. Well, I'm not looking for no trouble But nobody dogs me 'round. Now well, I'm going to fetch my woman, people Tri-cities here I come. Oh, well, I'm going to fetch my woman, people Tri-cities here I come 'Cause she was raised up on that cornbread And I know she's gonna give me some. Gimme some, babe... Oh when the kid hits Alabama, people Don't you try to dog him 'round. Ah, when the kid hits Alabama, people Don't you try to dog him 'round. 'Cause if you people cause me trouble, Lord, I've got to put you in the ground. Well, I was born in Mississippi Babe, don't take any stuff from you Ohah, I was born in Mississippi And I don't take any stuff from you And if I hit you on your head Boy, its got to make it black and blue. Now, when I go to Alabama With my pistols out about by my side ´Cause, I ride to Alabama With my pistols out about by my side 'Cause down in Alabama You can run, but you sure can't hide |
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Up every mornin' before the sun takin my lovin on the run
Breakin my back till the day is done I'm gonna punch that time clock And have some fun ain't no easy way to get myself out So - I keep on workin' like a workin' man do I gotta buy my baby shoes I keep on workin' it's the only to do I make my livin' by the sweat of my brow oh workin' just like you - uh I was raised on the poor side of town I made my livin' movin' around I never let no one dog me down - oh I was taught to stand my ground Like was always changin' that's just the way it is So I keep on workin' like a workin' man do I got to buy my baby shoes I keep on workin' It's the only thing to do I make my livin' by the sweat of my brow Oh - workin' just like you uh oh oh oh oh - I keep on workin' Ooh - I keep on workin'like a workin' man do I need to buy my baby shoes I keep on workin' it's the only thing to do I make my livin' by the sweat of my brow oh - workin' just like you Aaah ah ah ah aaah ah ah ah I keep on workin' - workin' I keep on workin' - workin' I keep on workin' - workin' I keep on workin' - workin' uh oh oh oh |
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| 4:56 |
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I was cuttin the rug down at a place called 'The Jug' with a girl named Linda Lou
When in walked a man with a gun in his hand he was looking for you know who He said "Hey there fellow with the hair coloured yellow, watcha tryin' to proove? Cuz' this is my woman there and I'm a man who cares and this might be all for you" (I said "excuse me!") I was scared and fearing for my life I was shaking like a leaf on a tree Cuz' he was lean and mean and big and bad, Lord, pointing that gun at me Oh! wait a minute mister, I didn't even kiss her don't want no trouble with you and I know you don't owe me but I wish you would let me ask one favour from you Say won't you Gimme 3 steps, gimme 3 steps mister, gimme 3 steps toward the door? Gimme 3 steps, gimme 3 steps mister and you'll never see me no more." (Guitar solo) Oh well the crowd cleared away and I began to pray and the water fell down to the floor and I'm telling you, son, it ain't no fun, staring straight down a fourty-four. Well, he turned and screamed at Linda Lou, and that's the break I was looking for and you could hear me screaming a mile away as I was headed out toward the door. Oh won't you Gimme 3 steps, gimme 3 steps mister, gimme 3 steps toward the door? Gimme 3 steps, gimme 3 steps mister and you'll never see me no more." |
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Call me the breeze
I keep blowin' down the road Well now they call me the breeze I keep blowin' down the road I ain't got me nobody I don't carry me no load Ain't no change in the weather Ain't no changes in me Well there ain't no change in the weather Ain't no changes in me And I ain't hidin' from nobody Nobody's hidin' from me Oh, that's the way its supposed to be Well I got that green light baby I got to keep movin' on Well I got that green light baby I got to keep movin' on Well I might go out to California Might go down to Georgia I don't know Well I dig you Georgia peaches Makes me fell right at home Well now I dig you Georgia peaches Makes me fell right at home But I don't love me no one woman So I can't stay in Georgia long Well now they call me the breeze I keep blowin' down the road Well now they call me the breeze I keep blowin' down the road I ain't got me nobody I don't carry me no load Oooh Mr Breeze |
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| 6:37 |
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Big wheels keep on turning,
Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the southland. I miss ole bamy once again and I think it's a sin. Well, I heard Mister Young sing about her. Well, I heard ole Neil put her down. Well, I hope Neil Young will remember A southern man don't need him around anyhow. * Sweet home Alabama where the skies are so blue. Sweet home Alabama, Lord, I'm coming home to you. In Birmingham they love the Gov'nor. Now we all did what we could do. Now Watergate does not bother me. Does your conscience bother you, tell the truth. Repeat * (Solo) Now Muscle Shoals has got the Swampers And they ve been known to pick a song or two. Lord, they get me off so much, They pick me up when I'm feeling blue, now how about you. Repeat *(twice) |
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Well the sun don't shine where it use to
and the angels are hiding their heads People don't listen to their hearts anymore Seems the good men all are dead There aint no right, wrong, no in between That ain't the constitution that they wrote for me Got our heads stuck in something overseas Standing ass deep in hipocracy (Ohhhhhhhhhhh) Well I found myself out on the open road Heading out into the desert looking for another world Thats's waiting on me that none of us can see I keep thinking to myself as I move along Where do we all come from Is there religion or another dimension Another place and time (Yeah) (Ohhhhhh) When my life is over and done Finally made my way through it Another life has just begun (Is this is the way to it) Oh The way (OhhhhOhhhhOhhhh) Looking in the eyes of the man in the moon He is starring down at me Wondering what he's thinking and if he knows please let me see Life is like an open door we're all walking through Do you know the answers No one knows the truth until we pass on through When my life is over and done Finally made my way through it Another life has just begun (Is this the way to it) (Ohhhhhh) Walkin' on the world upside down It keeps spinning round and round World upside down I'm so tired of all this bullshit going down Finally made my way through it When my life is over and done This is the way to it When my life is over and done Finally made my way through it Another life has just begun This is the way to it Ohhhh wayyyyy This is the way to it Ohhh wayyyyyyy |
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If I leave here tomorrow
Would you still remember me For I must be traveling on now There's too many places I've got to see If I stay here with you girl Things just couldn't be the same 'Cause I'm as free as a bird now And this bird you cannot change Oh, and the bird you cannot change And this bird you cannot change Lord knows I can't change Bye-bye babe, it's been sweet, love 'Though this feeling I can't change But please don't take this so badly 'Cause Lord knows I'm to blame But if I stay here with you girl Things just couldn't be the same 'Cause I'm as free as a bird now And this bird you cannot change Oh, and the bird you cannot change And this bird you cannot change Lord knows I can't change Lord help me I can't change |
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