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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Nuthin' Fancy (1975)
I recall when I used to come home never had a dime
But Lord I always had a good time And I recall drinkin' wine with one of my friends Lord, I can't go back again Am I losin' my own way back home Am I losin' a good friend that I've known Am I losin' won't you tell me how I've sinned Why am I losin one of my bets friends And I recall this friend of mine I knew so well It goes to show Lord you just can't tell Now my friend won't talk to me Let me tell you why he thinks I 've changed because of a dollar sign And its so strange when you get just a little money Your so called friends want to act just a little funny They'll blame you But I'm not the one that's here to blame Its you my friend that's really changed Its a shame, such a shame Am I losin' once again Why these things happen, Lord I don't understand But Lord it can sure hurt a man Why my friend won't take me as I am 'Cause your friend Lord is the most important thing |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Nuthin' Fancy (1975)
Cheatin woman make you crazy
Cheatin' woman make you a fool She'll leave your heart so lonely Brother there's nothin' you can do Well I can't stand the pain no more She don't want my love for sure She don't even want poor me Knockin' on her front door Why did you make me love you sister When you knew you was untrue You loved every man with pants on Yes a dozen to you is too few I'm gonna shoot you and end your world Then you won't bother poor me You won't bother poor me no longer Cheatin' woman -- gonna shoot ya Oh woman why you do me Oh Lord the way you do I done everything I can baby Seems like nothin' reaches you I'm gonna get that pistol gal I'm gonna shoot you and all your pals You ain't gonna bother poor me You won't bother poor me no longer |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Nuthin' Fancy (1975)
New York City is a thousand miles away
And if you ask me, I'll tell you that's OK Now I'm not trying to put the big apple down 'Cause they don't need a man like me in town I pick cotton down on the Dixie line Work hard all day tryin' to make a dime But that's allright, that's OK by me 'Cause that's the way that it was meant to be Big city, hard times don't bother me I'm a country boy, I'm as happy as I can be I don't like smoke chokin' up my air And some of those city folks well they don't care I don't like cars buzzing around I don't even want a piece of concrete in my town I like sunshine, fresh clean air Makes me feel like you wouldn't care but that's all right, each to his own But one smell from the city And this country boy is gone Big city, hard times don't bother me I'm a country boy, I'm as happy as I can be Well, I don't want to even read about it Let me tell you something, let me tell you true What's right for me might not be right for you Well, you live your way, I'll live mine And I hope that your happy all the time I pick cotton down on the Dixie line Work hard all day tryin' to make a dime But that's all right, that's OK by me 'Cause that's the way that it was supposed to be Big city, hard times never bother me I'm a country boy, I'm as happy as I can be Let me tell ya, ... I said Big city, hard times never bother me I'm a country boy, I'm as happy as I can be Ooh, that's my way, baby I don't want you to even tell me about the big city I don't want to read about it... |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Nuthin' Fancy (1975)
"Well when I was a young-un they used to teach me to play music like this here..." When I look in your face baby When I look in your eyes I can tell pretty mama I been wastin' time 'Cause you don't really love me You just love me for what I am But you b |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Nuthin' Fancy (1975)
I said baby mama, I don't know your name
But I said baby, sugar I can play your game Every night when we leave the hall I see you hanging around You wanna ride in my big black car baby Wanna go uptown I know who you are baby I know what they call you girl Never put you down baby I'm just like you baby, I'm on the hunt I know lady People gonna talk about you and me Let me say one thing mama, sugar I do as I please And if you wanna love me baby, I'm your man And all those high-falutin' society people I don't care if they don't undertand My daddy told me a long time ago Said there's two things son Two things you should know And in these two things you must take pride That's a horse and woman, yeah Well both of them you ride |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Nuthin' Fancy (1975)
I said baby mama, I don't know your name
But I said baby, sugar I can play your game Every night when we leave the hall I see you hanging around You wanna ride in my big black car baby Wanna go uptown I know who you are baby I know what they call you girl Never put you down baby I'm just like you baby, I'm on the hunt I know lady People gonna talk about you and me Let me say one thing mama, sugar I do as I please And if you wanna love me baby, I'm your man And all those high-falutin' society people I don't care if they don't undertand My daddy told me a long time ago Said there's two things son Two things you should know And in these two things you must take pride That's a horse and woman, yeah Well both of them you ride |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Nuthin' Fancy (1975)
I jumped off a boxcar down around Tennessee
I was cold tired and dirty hungry as I could be But I had my guitar and a hundred railroad songs So I asked the policeman Can I stay here long He said Mr. Hobo you got to go now We don't want you around See I'm trying to build a respectable town And we don't need a hobo like you around So I left that town, Lord with my guitar in my hand Still cold and tired, kinda mad at the man But this life that I chose to live, sometime's strange See I'm trying to learn about the old music from ridin' the train I'm a hobo I know, but thta's the price I pay Guess I'll write me another song while I'm on my way Catch me another train and this is what I'll say Mr Choo-choo train take me away I'm goin' to ride this train Lord until I find out What Jimmie Rogers and the Hag was all about See I play this rock n roll and I think that's fine But I wnta to go back a little further in time I'm a hobo I know but that's the price I pay Guess I'll write me another song while I'm on my way Catch me another train and this is what I'll say Mr Choo-choo train take me away |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Nuthin' Fancy (1975)
I jumped off a boxcar down around Tennessee
I was cold tired and dirty hungry as I could be But I had my guitar and a hundred railroad songs So I asked the policeman Can I stay here long He said Mr. Hobo you got to go now We don't want you around See I'm trying to build a respectable town And we don't need a hobo like you around So I left that town, Lord with my guitar in my hand Still cold and tired, kinda mad at the man But this life that I chose to live, sometime's strange See I'm trying to learn about the old music from ridin' the train I'm a hobo I know, but thta's the price I pay Guess I'll write me another song while I'm on my way Catch me another train and this is what I'll say Mr Choo-choo train take me away I'm goin' to ride this train Lord until I find out What Jimmie Rogers and the Hag was all about See I play this rock n roll and I think that's fine But I wnta to go back a little further in time I'm a hobo I know but that's the price I pay Guess I'll write me another song while I'm on my way Catch me another train and this is what I'll say Mr Choo-choo train take me away |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Nuthin' Fancy (1975)
Two feets they come a creepin'
Like a black cat do And two bodies are lyin' naked Creeper think he got nothin' to lose So he creeps into this house, yeah And unlocks the door And while a man reaching for his trousers Shoots him full of .38 holes (Chorus) Its a Saturday night special Got a barrel that's blue and cold Ain't no good for nothin' But put a man six feet in a hole Big Jim's been drinkin' whiskey And playing poker on a losin' night Pretty soon, Big Jim starts a thinkin' Somebody been cheatin' and lyin' So Big Jim commences to fightin' I wouldn't tell you no lie And Big Jim done grab his pistol Shot his friend right between the eyes (Chorus) Hand guns are made for killin' Ain't no good for nothin' else And if you like your whiskey You might even shoot yourself So why don't we dump 'em people To the bottom of the sea Before some fool come around here Wanna shoot either you or me |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Nuthin' Fancy (1975)
I'm headed down a highway got a suitcase by my side
Blue skies hangin' over my head I got 500 miles to ride I'm goin' down to Memphis town to play a latenight show I hope the people are ready there 'cause the boys are all ready to go (Chorus) Well, I'm a whiskey rock-a-roller That's what I am Women, whiskey and miles of travellin' Is all I understand I was born a travellin' man and my feets do burn the ground I don't care for fancy music if your shoes can't shuffle around I got a 100 women or more and there's no place I call home The only time I'm satisfied is when I'm on the road (Chorus) Sometimes I wonder where will we go Lord don't take my whiskey, rock and roll Take me down to Memphis town, busdriver get me there I got me a queenie she got longbrown curly hair She likes to drink Old Grandad and her shoes do shuffle around And everytime I see that gal Lord she wants to take me down (Chorus) Sometimes I wonder where will we go Lord don't take my whiskey, rock and roll |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Gimme Back My Bullets (1976)
Well this life that I've lead has took me everywhere
There ain't no place I ain't never gone But its kind of like the saying that you heard so many times Well there just ain't no plae like home Did you ever see a she-gator protect her young Or a fish in a river swimming free Did you ever see the beauty of the hills of Carolina Or the sweetness of the grass in Tennessee And Lord I can't make any changes All I can do is write 'em in a song I can see the concrete slowly creepin' Lord take me and mine before that comes Do you like to see a mountain stream a-flowin' Do you like to see a youngun with his dog Did you ever stop to think about, well, the air your breathin' Well you better listen to my song And Lord I can't make any changes All I can do is write 'em in a song I can see the concrete slowly creepin' Lord take me and mine before that comes I'm not tryin' to put down no big cities But the things they write about us is just a bore Well you can take a boy out of ol' Dixieland But you'll never take ol' Dixie from a boy And Lord I can't make any changes All I can do is write 'em in a song I can see the concrete slowly creepin' Lord take me and mine before that comes 'Cause I can see the concrete slowly creepin' Lord take me and mine before that comes |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Gimme Back My Bullets (1976)
Well he walks so tall to be so small Never met a man who's stranger He lives his life for a dollar sign And to deal with him is dangerous He knocked me down but I'm on my feet Now I'm so much wiser I'd rather quit and go back home Than to deal with the money miser Let's cry for this bad man I sing a song for the bad man Well, you treat me right baby, I'll treat you right That's the way its supposed to be I put my faith down in my friend And he almost put an end to me Well I work seven days a week Eight when I am able When you take money from me you take food from my mama's table Let's cry for this bad man I wrote a song for the bad man Oh baby you know who you are Let's cry for this bad man I wrote a song for the bad man way down in Georgia Well, you treat me right baby, I'll treat you right That's the way its supposed to be I put my faith down in my friend And he almost put an end to me Well, when you take my money baby when you hurt my family I go walkin' through the swamps without no shoes Step on a snake it scares you Let's cry for this bad man I wrote a song for the bad man BR)Oh let's cry for this bad man I wrote a song for the bad man Oh baby straight to you He's so bad, so bad |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Gimme Back My Bullets (1976)
Well he walks so tall to be so small Never met a man who's stranger He lives his life for a dollar sign And to deal with him is dangerous He knocked me down but I'm on my feet Now I'm so much wiser I'd rather quit and go back home Than to deal with the money miser Let's cry for this bad man I sing a song for the bad man Well, you treat me right baby, I'll treat you right That's the way its supposed to be I put my faith down in my friend And he almost put an end to me Well I work seven days a week Eight when I am able When you take money from me you take food from my mama's table Let's cry for this bad man I wrote a song for the bad man Oh baby you know who you are Let's cry for this bad man I wrote a song for the bad man way down in Georgia Well, you treat me right baby, I'll treat you right That's the way its supposed to be I put my faith down in my friend And he almost put an end to me Well, when you take my money baby when you hurt my family I go walkin' through the swamps without no shoes Step on a snake it scares you Let's cry for this bad man I wrote a song for the bad man BR)Oh let's cry for this bad man I wrote a song for the bad man Oh baby straight to you He's so bad, so bad |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Gimme Back My Bullets (1976)
Well he walks so tall to be so small Never met a man who's stranger He lives his life for a dollar sign And to deal with him is dangerous He knocked me down but I'm on my feet Now I'm so much wiser I'd rather quit and go back home Than to deal with the money miser Let's cry for this bad man I sing a song for the bad man Well, you treat me right baby, I'll treat you right That's the way its supposed to be I put my faith down in my friend And he almost put an end to me Well I work seven days a week Eight when I am able When you take money from me you take food from my mama's table Let's cry for this bad man I wrote a song for the bad man Oh baby you know who you are Let's cry for this bad man I wrote a song for the bad man way down in Georgia Well, you treat me right baby, I'll treat you right That's the way its supposed to be I put my faith down in my friend And he almost put an end to me Well, when you take my money baby when you hurt my family I go walkin' through the swamps without no shoes Step on a snake it scares you Let's cry for this bad man I wrote a song for the bad man BR)Oh let's cry for this bad man I wrote a song for the bad man Oh baby straight to you He's so bad, so bad |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Gimme Back My Bullets (1976)
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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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Gimme Back My Bullets (1976)
Well I've been ridin' a winning horse for a long, long time Sometimes I wonder is this the end of the line No one should take advantage of who they are No man has got it made If he thinks he does, he's wrong [Chorus:] Every mother's son better hear what I say Every mother's son will rise and fall someday I've seen it happen so many times, so many times before Some man got so much money he doesn't worry no more Or he's got such a pretty woman that'll treat him fine Well my friend has been a fool It happens everytime [Chorus] I'm not tryin' to preach to no one, to no one at all I've seen so many of my good friends just rise to fall 'Cause they got so much money or a woman so fine Well my friends have all been fools, it happens every time [Chorus] What I say [Chorus] What I say Oh, every mother's son will rise and fall someday |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Gimme Back My Bullets (1976)
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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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Gimme Back My Bullets (1976)
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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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Gimme Back My Bullets (1976)
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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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Gimme Back My Bullets (1976)
Have you heard that rumor that's goin' around
My baby's got a man, lord way across town Its the same old story Tell me where will it end Yes I heard the news its the same old blues again Well I wrote you a letter, must have read it wrong Stood at the doorway and baby you was gone Took a lot of courage To let the telephone ring I got the same old blues, same old blues again Well you gave me the business, though I didn't mind 'Cause I got a lot of patience, Lord got a lot of time Its the same old story Tell me where will it end I got the same old blues, same old blues again Here come my blues Gonna find me a mountain and gonna hide out Ain't talkin' to you babe, Lord I ain't comin' back Well I heard that rumor, tell where will it end I got the same old blues, same old blues again Have you heard that rumor that's goin' around My baby's got a man, lord way across town Its the same old story Tell me where will this end Yes I heard the news its the same old blues again I got the same old blues, same old blues again I got the blues... same old blues |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Gimme Back My Bullets (1976)
Ridin' on a greyhound, countin' those white lines
Destination I don't know and I'm feelin' like I'm dyin' Well ten years on this road, my its took its toll But the man with the plan says the band has got to go I said roll gypsy roll Lord just pick up your bags and go Met many a woman on my way down the line Every woman that I met I left satisfied I made lots of money, just how much I don't know But most of the money I done stuck up my nose I said roll gypsy roll Lord just pick up your bags and go Gypsy's life's a story and its one that's never told He's always hungry, he's always on the go With no tomorrow, its how it seems to be When you're moving around from town to town Made lots of money just how much I don't know But most of the money I done stuck up my nose And maybe that's the reason I don't know where I'm going I don't know |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Gimme Back My Bullets (1976)
I asked the wiseman one sunny day
Can you help me find my way You're so much older and wiser too Would you help me mr wiseman I'm feelin' blue Oh I'm not satisfied He said you're not doin too bad, not bad at all You're just trying to walk son before you can crawl You got stacks of money to sky up above Now all you need is to find you a love He sent me searchin' to find my love He sent me searchin' to the Lord up above He sent me searchin' just to find the mornin' dove And she'll tell you where to find your love Oh mr wiseman I need to find my love You can have anything in this god's world But you won't be happy son 'til you find a girl Now you can be happy boy if you try Find a woman boy, you'll be satisfied He sent me searchin' to find my love He sent me searchin' , I said Lord up above He sent me searchin' just to find the mornin' dove And she'll tell you where to find your love He sent me searchin' to find my love He sent me searchin' , I said Lord up above He sent me searchin' just to find the mornin' dove And she'll tell you where to find your love Oh Lord, he sent me searchin' |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Gimme Back My Bullets (1976)
I asked the wiseman one sunny day Can you help me find my way You're so much older and wiser too Would you help me mr wiseman I'm feelin' blue Oh I'm not satisfied He said you're not doin too bad, not bad at all You're just trying to walk son before you can crawl You got stacks of money to sky up above Now all you need is to find you a love He sent me searchin' to find my love He sent me searchin' to the Lord up above He sent me searchin' just to find the mornin' dove And she'll tell you where to find your love Oh mr wiseman I need to find my love You can have anything in this god's world But you won't be happy son 'til you find a girl Now you can be happy boy if you try Find a woman boy, you'll be satisfied He sent me searchin' to find my love He sent me searchin' , I said Lord up above He sent me searchin' just to find the mornin' dove And she'll tell you where to find your love He sent me searchin' to find my love He sent me searchin' , I said Lord up above He sent me searchin' just to find the mornin' dove And she'll tell you where to find your love Oh Lord, he sent me searchin' |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Gimme Back My Bullets (1976)
I'd like to tell y'all a story About a friend of mine Who liked to drink good whiskey, oh Lord And have a real good time His woman, you know she left him And stole that boy's brand new car And ran out of town with a guitar picker Said he gonna be a superstar Sure you are (Chorus) You can't alway trust your woman You can't always trust your best friend Beware of the ones that you need y'all 'Cause those might be the ones that do you in Don't talk no stuff to no slicker Don't tell your feelings to your friend Don't tell your woman that you love her, because That's when your trouble begins There are many ladies here among us That'll stab you in the back when you ain't around There are many, so many of your very best friends That'll kick you in the head when you are down Yes they will (Chorus) Don't you backtalk the police 'Cause its his job to put you in the jail They'll lock you up, boy and throw away the key And your best friend won't even go your bail There are many slickers here among us That are all dressed up in suits and ties But don't you show your pain, Lord in front of them 'Cause if you do you kiss yourself goodbye, alright (Chorus) |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Street Survivors (1977)
(Merle Haggard)
Little bit of Bakersfield I'm a honky tonk night time man I can't stand no light I'm a honky tonk night time man I can't stand no light I get my rest in the day time Do my runnin' around at night I had the blues this morning Had the blues all day today I had the blues this morning Had the blues all day today Well I wish a tornado Come and blow my blues away, away That's what I said, take 'em away Sounds like Roy Yeah And then my heart starts beatin' When that sun starts sinkin' low Well my heart starts beatin' When that sun starts sinkin' low When the shadows fall I know it's time for me to go Billy Powell on piano Oh Barry, play me some dobro I'm a honky tonk night time man I can't stand no light I'm a honky tonk night time man I can't stand no light I get my rest in the day time I do my runnin' around, round at night I get my rest in the day time Gets that old love sweet stuff at night |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Street Survivors (1977)
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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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Street Survivors (1977)
My daddy told me always be strong son Don't you ever cry You find the pretty girls and then you love them Then you say goodbye I never dreamed that you would leave me But now you're gone I never dreamed that I would miss you Woman won't you come back home I never dreamed that you could hurt me And leave me blue I've had a thousand, maybe more But never one like you I never dreamed I could feel so empty But now I'm down I never dreamed that I would beg you Woman I need you now It seems to me I took your love for granted It feels to me that this time I was wrong, so wrong Oh Lord now I feel so lonely I say woman won't you come back home I tried to do what my daddy taught me But I think he knew Someday that I would find one woman like you I never dreamed that it could feel so good, Lord That two could be one I never knew about sweet love So woman won't you come back home Oh baby won't you come back home |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Street Survivors (1977)
My daddy told me always be strong son Don't you ever cry You find the pretty girls and then you love them Then you say goodbye I never dreamed that you would leave me But now you're gone I never dreamed that I would miss you Woman won't you come back home I never dreamed that you could hurt me And leave me blue I've had a thousand, maybe more But never one like you I never dreamed I could feel so empty But now I'm down I never dreamed that I would beg you Woman I need you now It seems to me I took your love for granted It feels to me that this time I was wrong, so wrong Oh Lord now I feel so lonely I say woman won't you come back home I tried to do what my daddy taught me But I think he knew Someday that I would find one woman like you I never dreamed that it could feel so good, Lord That two could be one I never knew about sweet love So woman won't you come back home Oh baby won't you come back home |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Street Survivors (1977)
This old town ain't been the same,
since this old boys been gone. Lord I still got some good friends, but I feel so all alone. All I hear is disco, see pretty boys with high heels on. Well some people sure hate me, an the police dog me round. Well the only place I'm welcome, is on the west side of town Lord I'm on their wanted posters, I cant show my face in town. play this one for south side... Jacksonville, I love you, but you don't want me around. Jacksonville, you raised me, and this is where I got my sound. Although I'm your outlaw, I still love my hometown, all around. ahh this is for the west side boys.. This old town ain't been the same, since your native sons been gone. Lord, I still got some old friends, but I am so all alone. All I hear is the disco, see pretty boys with high heels on. Well you can keep your disco, pretty boys with high heels on. |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Street Survivors (1977)
How can you stand there smiling
After all you've done You know it seems to make you happy When you've hurt someone Twice before you fooled me With your deceiving and lying Come in and close the door One more time, one more time Yeah. you've been gone so long No one knows where And you said that you still love me Then show me you care Because you've got what it takes, sweet mama To make a man feel fine So I'll take the word of a liar One more time, one more time Girl, you've got me hungry Losing my mind I know I'm playing with fire Getting burned every time Yes, I'm a fool for you, baby I can't deny But I've got to have your sweet love One more time, one more time Girl, you've got me hungry Losing my mind I know I'm playing with fire Getting burned every time Yes, I'm a fool for you, mama I can't deny Well, I've got to have your sweet love One more time, one more time Yes, I'm her fool once more I can read her brown eyes When the rooster crows tomorrow Well, it's her time to cry I'm heading down that old road She lost her free ride So tonight, I'll take what I paid for One more time, one more time, one more time! |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Street Survivors (1977)
(Ronnie VanZant -- Gary Rossington)
Why are you praying, my sweet morning dove You're so afraid, but so hungry for love Well I can give you love baby Hugs and kisses, I can give you everything that you been missing Just don't be afraid, oh Sweet little missy She's twenty years old and a full grown woman Sure enough I'm the one that wants her Are you ready for love Well I'm the one that wants you forever and a day Come on baby, what'd you say Just don't be afraid, oh Sweet little missy Sweet little missy She's saving her love But givin' us hope like the Lord up above This ain't the worst thing she'll ever do 'Cause like a dollar bill you can't take it with you Well I'm the one that wants you forever and a day Come on baby, what'd you say Just don't be afraid, oh Sweet little missy She's so damn pretty, I can't take it no more You and me babe, giving my soul for sure Well I can give you love baby Hugs and kisses, I can give you everything that you been missing Just don't be afraid, oh Sweet little missy Sweet little missy She's saving her love But givin' us hope like the Lord up above This ain't the worst thing you'll ever do 'Cause like a dollar bill you can't take it with you |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Street Survivors (1977)
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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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Street Survivors (1977)
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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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Street Survivors (1977)
Well I've heard lots of people say
They're gonna settle down You don't see their faces And they don't come around Well I'm not that way I got to move along I like to drink and to dance all night Comes to a fix not afraid to fight You got that right Said, you got that right Sure got that right Seems so long I been out on my own Travel light and I'm always alone Guess I was born with a travellin' bone When my times up, I'll hold my own You won't find me in an old folks home You got that right Well you got that right Said, you got that right Sure got that right I tried everything in my life Things I like I try 'em twice You got that right Sure got that right Travellin' around the world, just singing my song I got to go, Lord I can't stay long Here comes that ol' travellin' jones once again I like to drink and to dance all night Comes to a fix not afraid to fight You got that right Said, you got that right Well you got that right Sure got that right |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Street Survivors (1977)
Well I've heard lots of people say
They're gonna settle down You don't see their faces And they don't come around Well I'm not that way I got to move along I like to drink and to dance all night Comes to a fix not afraid to fight You got that right Said, you got that right Sure got that right Seems so long I been out on my own Travel light and I'm always alone Guess I was born with a travellin' bone When my times up, I'll hold my own You won't find me in an old folks home You got that right Well you got that right Said, you got that right Sure got that right I tried everything in my life Things I like I try 'em twice You got that right Sure got that right Travellin' around the world, just singing my song I got to go, Lord I can't stay long Here comes that ol' travellin' jones once again I like to drink and to dance all night Comes to a fix not afraid to fight You got that right Said, you got that right Well you got that right Sure got that right |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Southern By The Grace Of God (1988)
It's been so long since I've been gone
Another day might be too long for me Traveling around I've had my fill Of broken dreams and dirty deals A concrete jungle surrounding me Many nights I've slept out in the streets I paid my dues and I changed my style Seen hard times. All over now I want to come home. It's been so long since I've been away And please, don't blame me 'cause I've tried I'll be coming home soon to your love to stay I miss old friends that I once had Times ain't changed and I'll be glad when I go home I don't know why the thought came to me But why I'm here I really can't see. And now... I want to come home. It's been so long since I've been away And please, don't blame me 'cause I've tried I'll be coming home soon to your love to stay Coming home to stay Coming home to your love, mama I've seen better days I miss old friends that I once had Times ain't changed and I'll be glad when I go home I don't know why the thought came to me But why I'm here I really can't see. And now... I want to come home. It's been so long since I've been away And please, don't blame me 'cause I've tried I'll be coming home soon to your love to stay Coming home to stay Coming home to your love, mama I've seen better days |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Southern By The Grace Of God (1988)
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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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Southern By The Grace Of God (1988)
Seven years of hard luck, comin' down on me From the Florida border, yea up to Nashville Tennessee I worked in every joint you can name, mister every honkytonk Along come Mr Yankee Slicker, sayin' maybe you're what I want (Chorus) Want you to sign your contract Want you to sign today Gonna give you lots of money Workin' For MCA 9000 dollars, that's all we could win But we smiled at the Yankee Slicker with a big ol' Southern grin They're gonna take me out to California gonna make me a superstar Just pay me all of my money and mister maybe you won't get a scar (Chorus) Suckers took my money since I was seventeen If it ain't no pencil pusher, it got to be a honkytonk queen But I'll sign my contract baby, and I wan't you people to know That every penny that I make, I'm gonna see where my money goes (Chorus) |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - 1991 (1991)
I snuck around the corner he had this guy down I through the first punch that's when he hit the ground To survive in the street you gotta win the first round 'Cause if you want eat you gotta be the baddest one around I'm a backstreet crawler Daddy paid for college I earned a degree Got a job up on Wall Street Where I learned to make the little man bleed That's when I got stomped like a cattle stampede Had a nervous breakdown all my friends and family left me (chorus) Yeah I'm a backstreet crawler When you see them on the concrete it's their spirit that's harder Yeah I'm a backstreet crawler Where your ego meets defeat and your pride can't get no smaller Yeah I'm a backstreet crawler Yeah I'm a backstreet crawler I guess you might say it sure is a shame I used to have everything oh how my life has changed Yeah I'm broken and torn I've never been free Lost everything that meant a thing to me (repeat chorus) |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - 1991 (1991)
It was a late night show in Georgia We were on the 'ol highway We know we've lost some friends And family on the way But you know we all feel better And it makes it worth our time To know our bus is rollin' towards That Mason-Dixon line (chorus) Oh we can't seem to find the end of the road Roots never grow on the seeds that we sow We've still got our music and so many miles to go You know we can't seem to find the end of the road We know we've got a legacy that's hard to live up to But there's still a lot of reasons Why we play these songs for you It's a family tradition and as long as we're around That Freebird keeps on flyin' and it never will come down (repeat chorus) Oh we can't seem to find the end of the road Roots never grow on the seeds that we sow We can't seem to find the end of the road No matter how far we travel it always seems to slow We still got our music and so many miles to go You know we can't seem to find Lord the end of the road The end of the road |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - 1991 (1991)
My baby came home late last night I said girl I gotta talk to you I've been drinkin' with the man next door He said he's been singin' with you Whoever's tellin' lies it's time to say bye-bye You know my mama didn't raise no fool (chorus) You're gonna walk out that door you'll never see me anymore Tell you what I'm gonna do I'm gonna love ya' just one more time I'd love to see what you've got I don't care if it takes all night Gonna make you remember for the rest of your life oh baby We had a good thing a good thing goin' But ain't been seein' eye to eye You had a good thing but it's all over Might as well wave and say goodbye It's easy to see the guilt in your eyes Girl I want you to tell me the truth Was he worth the risk and all the trouble he's caused Now it comes down to me and you You thought I was blind when you were gone all the time Playin' me for a fool (repeat chorus) We had a good thing goin' baby but it's all over Good thing, good thing goin'....... |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - 1991 (1991)
You got to lock your doors, keep the world out We're closin' ourselves in If you watch the news it'll scare you to death To Hell and back again The only justice here's at the wrong end of a gun Got the criminal makin' the laws got the good men on the run I've seen enough We don't own anything we've got we've givin' it all away But that don't make no sense to me you know who's gonna pay It's the man in the factory workin' twelve hours a day The woman workin' in the restaurant with another kid on the way [Chorus:] Isn't anything in this life sacred anymore We can't lose what we've got it's worth fightin' for I've seen enough, I've seen enough to make a grown man cry A man's standin' by the road a sign in his hand He don't want your charity he says I ain't no begger man All I need is a chance to get back on my feet But we just pass him by well it could be you or me I've seen enough I ain't the kind to just sit back and watch the world go 'round It's not too late to change let's turn this shit around [Chorus] |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - 1991 (1991)
There's a rumour goin' 'round on the backside of town
Jake is out to get some revenge Has fire in his eyes since his brother died Shot down by a so-called friend For a fifty dollar gram is what the neighbors say Drugs had control of his life Caught up on crack you're tryin' to think back The devil had him hooked you could see it in his eyes It's a killer There's a cold house at the corner of the street The kids come and go there at night Jerry drove up in front of the house Somebody pulled out a knife Jerry freaked out and went for his gun Shot him right between the eyes All he ever wanted was a twenty dollar high But now he's locked up for the rest of his life (chorus) It's a killer there's no way out baby once your in It's a killer steal from your family Then you'll turn on your friends It's a killer It can happen to you So don't you never, never give in It's a killer The neighborhood I used to call home These days it's lookin' like a war zone Unemployment on the rise but the black market thrives Money just keeps changin' hands The laws are gettin' tough sometimes it's not enough To satisfy supply and demand Trouble breaks out there's fightin' in the streets Bullets flyin' all around An innocent child caught in the line of fire All because there weren't enough drugs to go around (repeat chorus) (repeat chorus) |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - 1991 (1991)
Are you a saint then don't be a stranger Were you sent down from Heaven to show me the way And if you ain't then I see a danger You better take a minute and hear what I've got to say (chorus) 'Cause I'll keep on tryin' to put it straight to you You better give it straight to me 'Cause most women seem to have a good time Makin' a fool out of me I'm keepin' my faith I've made up my mind I've got nothin' left to lose just lay it on the line I'm keepin' my faith yea I'll find the one Who won't steal me blind who won't turn and run I'm keepin' my faith I'm trustin' in you So don't treat me like those other ones do Ain't no gettin' 'round it tell me to my face Do you think I'm a fool for keepin' my faith in you I'll treat you right I'll do you better I won't disappoint you I won't make you cry My friends tell me if you let her She'll empty your pockets she'll spend you dry (repeat chorus twice) |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - 1991 (1991)
She'd wake us up early every mornin'
She'd help us say our prayers every night She was always there to help us through the hard times We could count on her to make everything alright I remember swingin' on the front porch Papa said there's somethin' I need to say tonight Mama's been sick for a long time Let's pray to God she can make it through the night (chorus) Mama don't wanna say goodbye She said wipe those tears from your eyes Mama I don't wanna say goodbye It was written in the Heavens and the skies above Son I gave you birth showed you all my love I can't think of this life without you it's hard to try Mama I'm afraid to say goodbye Now kids I've been hangin' on a long time I hate to leave this world before your grown Remember everything that I've taught you Remember all the good times when I'm gone (repeat chorus) She whispered in my ear before she passed away Son it's time to be a man ain't nothin' left to say Jesus walked on water I know it's true When it comes time he'll call you home I hope your ready too (repeat chorus) |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - 1991 (1991)
This song goes out to all the money men He drives around in a fancy car Smokes those long cuban cigars He don't know how to play guitar He can't sing but still the pretty girls think he's a star We play music got families to feed Ain't good with numbers and he knows we can't read If we get a dollar you know he gets three It ain't hard to figure out it's as simple as can be Don't ask me ask the money man These boys are livin' in a fantasy land I just keep 'em on the road so they can pay the money man I'll be long gone before they understand My promises are strong like a road made out of sand I wanna be your money man My mortgage is picked up by the band I wanna be your money man The boys, oh they're sleepin' out in the van Don't ask me ask the money man You boys are livin' in fantasy land You signed the dotted line I'm takin' all I can Your money's lookin' good in my retirement plan That's just the way it is when your playin' in a band That's my money man down on his knees He ain't prayin' but he damn sure ought to be He's at a place where money doesn't grow on trees And all his prison buddies doin' more than shoot the breeze How does it feel no money man Not too good What did you do with my money man Well I a... Well a you know a... How does it feel to be a honey man Are you sure that your still a man Aw your dressed up like a little girl Just shootin' the breeze down on your knees Money man, oh money man |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - 1991 (1991)
I was sittin' at home all alone when I heard that telephone ring And there on the line was a friend of mine sayin' he wasn't doin' a thing So I'm steppin' out on the town tonight to party where the drinks are free There's a sweet young thing ready and waitin' on me (chorus) Young and fine, strike you blind Smokestack lightnin' make you lose your mind She's got looks that kill can fire at will Smokestack lightnin' she's all I need When we got to the place I got me a taste I knew she'd be good for a game Dancin' out on the floor she was ready for more She knew all the boys by their names I said hey sweet thing let me pull your string Let me take you home I woke up in a hour with my money and my memory gone. (repeat chorus) Young and fine strike you blind smokestack lightnin' (repeat chorus) |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - 1991 (1991)
I'm the kind of man that loves all the girls From debutantes to honky-tonk queens I've tasted every brand all around the world But all I see are peaches in my dreams I'm talkin' 'bout, I'm talkin' 'bout them southern women It's a well known fact across the Dixie line And if a man don't agree I can tell you he's blind They can drink with the best and the hell with the rest And if she takes you home you ain't gettin' no rest (chorus) I'm talkin' 'bout, I'm talkin' 'bout them southern women I'm talkin' 'bout they'll love you so slow them southern women Them southern girls They look like angels on saturday night oh-lord they got a wild side Take you places that you've never been make a man come back again Talk about mama's southern belle little girl learned her lesson well Ain't no others can cast a spell like the sweet southern women (repeat chorus) They can make a man feel so proud they can capture him with a southern style Little girl learned her lesson well ain't no others can cast a spell Like the sweet southern women them southern girls |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Street Surrirors[Deluxe Ed.] (2008)
(Steve Gaines)
Ain't no good life Not the one that I lead 'Cause the more I fight the sadness, yeah It only seems the more that I grieve Well I look back on the good times As some lost part of me I wanna know, tell me why is it so Well just because I don't pray Lord, that don't mean I ain't forgiven Just 'cause I'm alive That don't mean I'm makin' a livin' I'm gonna get myself together I'm gonna try a dyin' attempt Talkin' about the good times slippin' by Yeah I tell ya I don't even know where last month went Well I can't make no money baby Well 'cause my money's already spent And I know where it went I said it went on that damn rent Well I don't mean change, baby I mean foldin' money Well I want lovin', said I don't need a buddy I don't need nobody, now Ain't exactly my idea It's sort of old, borrowed and blue Just tryin' to say Don't try that straight life buddy Oh you'll find it kind of hard on you Women, don't try to cook nothin' up, ooh Brother you know you'll only wind up in your own stew Just don't let nobody tell you, oh what you oughta do |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Street Surrirors[Deluxe Ed.] (2008)
(Steve Gaines)
Ain't no good life Not the one that I lead 'Cause the more I fight the sadness, yeah It only seems the more that I grieve Well I look back on the good times As some lost part of me I wanna know, tell me why is it so Well just because I don't pray Lord, that don't mean I ain't forgiven Just 'cause I'm alive That don't mean I'm makin' a livin' I'm gonna get myself together I'm gonna try a dyin' attempt Talkin' about the good times slippin' by Yeah I tell ya I don't even know where last month went Well I can't make no money baby Well 'cause my money's already spent And I know where it went I said it went on that damn rent Well I don't mean change, baby I mean foldin' money Well I want lovin', said I don't need a buddy I don't need nobody, now Ain't exactly my idea It's sort of old, borrowed and blue Just tryin' to say Don't try that straight life buddy Oh you'll find it kind of hard on you Women, don't try to cook nothin' up, ooh Brother you know you'll only wind up in your own stew Just don't let nobody tell you, oh what you oughta do |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Street Surrirors[Deluxe Ed.] (2008)
(Ronnie VanZant -- Steve Gaines)
Well, you can see her walkin' down on Peachtree Street She got high-heeled shoes and a dot on her cheek She's lookin' good, she's headed downtown Ain't got no money, honey She knows her way around I think she's cute, think she's cute as she can be Talkin' about a funny talkin', honk-tonking Georgia Peach Well these Georgia Peaches Son they know their way around They can take your money, son before you get sight of town Well they talk a little funny, but they look so fine Nine out of ten of them gonna sell you a dime I think they're cute, think they're cute as they can be Talkin' about a funny talkin', honk-tonking Georgia Peach Well, peaches, peaches Love them Georgia Peaches Well, peaches, peaches Love them Georgia Peaches Well them Georgia Peaches Sure do got the style They'll steal your heart with a Southern smile Well they talk a little funny, but they look so fine The older they get, I swear its like good wine I think they're cute, think they're cute as they can be Talkin' about a funny talkin', honk-tonking Georgia Peach Talkin' about a funny talkin', honk-tonking Georgia Peach I just seem to fall in love with the wrong things |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Street Surrirors[Deluxe Ed.] (2008)
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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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Street Surrirors[Deluxe Ed.] (2008)
(Merle Haggard)
Little bit of Bakersfield I'm a honky tonk night time man I can't stand no light I'm a honky tonk night time man I can't stand no light I get my rest in the day time Do my runnin' around at night I had the blues this morning Had the blues all day today I had the blues this morning Had the blues all day today Well I wish a tornado Come and blow my blues away, away That's what I said, take 'em away Sounds like Roy Yeah And then my heart starts beatin' When that sun starts sinkin' low Well my heart starts beatin' When that sun starts sinkin' low When the shadows fall I know it's time for me to go Billy Powell on piano Oh Barry, play me some dobro I'm a honky tonk night time man I can't stand no light I'm a honky tonk night time man I can't stand no light I get my rest in the day time I do my runnin' around, round at night I get my rest in the day time Gets that old love sweet stuff at night |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Street Surrirors[Deluxe Ed.] (2008)
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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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Street Surrirors[Deluxe Ed.] (2008)
My daddy told me always be strong son Don't you ever cry You find the pretty girls and then you love them Then you say goodbye I never dreamed that you would leave me But now you're gone I never dreamed that I would miss you Woman won't you come back home I never dreamed that you could hurt me And leave me blue I've had a thousand, maybe more But never one like you I never dreamed I could feel so empty But now I'm down I never dreamed that I would beg you Woman I need you now It seems to me I took your love for granted It feels to me that this time I was wrong, so wrong Oh Lord now I feel so lonely I say woman won't you come back home I tried to do what my daddy taught me But I think he knew Someday that I would find one woman like you I never dreamed that it could feel so good, Lord That two could be one I never knew about sweet love So woman won't you come back home Oh baby won't you come back home |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Street Surrirors[Deluxe Ed.] (2008)
This old town ain't been the same,
since this old boys been gone. Lord I still got some good friends, but I feel so all alone. All I hear is disco, see pretty boys with high heels on. Well some people sure hate me, an the police dog me round. Well the only place I'm welcome, is on the west side of town Lord I'm on their wanted posters, I cant show my face in town. play this one for south side... Jacksonville, I love you, but you don't want me around. Jacksonville, you raised me, and this is where I got my sound. Although I'm your outlaw, I still love my hometown, all around. ahh this is for the west side boys.. This old town ain't been the same, since your native sons been gone. Lord, I still got some old friends, but I am so all alone. All I hear is the disco, see pretty boys with high heels on. Well you can keep your disco, pretty boys with high heels on. |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Street Surrirors[Deluxe Ed.] (2008)
How can you stand there smiling
After all you've done You know it seems to make you happy When you've hurt someone Twice before you fooled me With your deceiving and lying Come in and close the door One more time, one more time Yeah. you've been gone so long No one knows where And you said that you still love me Then show me you care Because you've got what it takes, sweet mama To make a man feel fine So I'll take the word of a liar One more time, one more time Girl, you've got me hungry Losing my mind I know I'm playing with fire Getting burned every time Yes, I'm a fool for you, baby I can't deny But I've got to have your sweet love One more time, one more time Girl, you've got me hungry Losing my mind I know I'm playing with fire Getting burned every time Yes, I'm a fool for you, mama I can't deny Well, I've got to have your sweet love One more time, one more time Yes, I'm her fool once more I can read her brown eyes When the rooster crows tomorrow Well, it's her time to cry I'm heading down that old road She lost her free ride So tonight, I'll take what I paid for One more time, one more time, one more time! |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Street Surrirors[Deluxe Ed.] (2008)
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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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Street Surrirors[Deluxe Ed.] (2008)
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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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Street Surrirors[Deluxe Ed.] (2008)
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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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Street Surrirors[Deluxe Ed.] (2008)
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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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Street Surrirors[Deluxe Ed.] (2008)
Well I've heard lots of people say
They're gonna settle down You don't see their faces And they don't come around Well I'm not that way I got to move along I like to drink and to dance all night Comes to a fix not afraid to fight You got that right Said, you got that right Sure got that right Seems so long I been out on my own Travel light and I'm always alone Guess I was born with a travellin' bone When my times up, I'll hold my own You won't find me in an old folks home You got that right Well you got that right Said, you got that right Sure got that right I tried everything in my life Things I like I try 'em twice You got that right Sure got that right Travellin' around the world, just singing my song I got to go, Lord I can't stay long Here comes that ol' travellin' jones once again I like to drink and to dance all night Comes to a fix not afraid to fight You got that right Said, you got that right Well you got that right Sure got that right |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Authorized Bootleg: Live At The Cardiff Capitol Theater [live] (2009)
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 feel right at home Well now I dig you Georgia peaches Makes me feel 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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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Authorized Bootleg: Live At The Cardiff Capitol Theater [live] (2009)
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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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Authorized Bootleg: Live At The Cardiff Capitol Theater [live] (2009)
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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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Authorized Bootleg: Live At The Cardiff Capitol Theater [live] (2009)
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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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Authorized Bootleg: Live At The Cardiff Capitol Theater [live] (2009)
Well, I'll tell you plainly baby What I plan to do 'Cause I may be crazy baby But I ain't no fool Your daddy's rich, mama You're overdue But I ain't the one, baby Been messing with you Got bells in your mind, mama So won't you pardon me I think its time for me to move along I do believe Now you're talking jive, woman When you say to me Your daddy's gonna take us in baby 'N take care of me You know and I know, woman I ain't the one I never hurt you sweet heart I never pulled my gun Got bells in your mind, baby So won't you pardon me? I think its time for me to move along I do believe Time for me to put my boots out in the street baby Are you ready boots -- walk on All right there missy, let me tell you a thing or two Now you're talking jive, woman When you say to me Your daddy's gonna take us in baby 'N take care of me When you know and I know, woman I ain't the one That ain't my idea -- uh unh -- of having fun Got rings in your eyes lady So won't you pardon me I think its time for me to move along I do believe I must be in the middle of some kind of conspiracy |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Authorized Bootleg: Live At The Cardiff Capitol Theater [live] (2009)
Two feets they come a creepin'
Like a black cat do And two bodies are lyin' naked Creeper think he got nothin' to lose So he creeps into this house, yeah And unlocks the door And while a man reaching for his trousers Shoots him full of .38 holes (Chorus) Its a Saturday night special Got a barrel that's blue and cold Ain't no good for nothin' But put a man six feet in a hole Big Jim's been drinkin' whiskey And playing poker on a losin' night Pretty soon, Big Jim starts a thinkin' Somebody been cheatin' and lyin' So Big Jim commences to fightin' I wouldn't tell you no lie And Big Jim done grab his pistol Shot his friend right between the eyes (Chorus) Hand guns are made for killin' Ain't no good for nothin' else And if you like your whiskey You might even shoot yourself So why don't we dump 'em people To the bottom of the sea Before some fool come around here Wanna shoot either you or me |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Authorized Bootleg: Live At The Cardiff Capitol Theater [live] (2009)
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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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Authorized Bootleg: Live At The Cardiff Capitol Theater [live] (2009)
I'm headed down a highway got a suitcase by my side
Blue skies hangin' over my head I got 500 miles to ride I'm goin' down to Memphis town to play a latenight show I hope the people are ready there 'cause the boys are all ready to go (Chorus) Well, I'm a whiskey rock-a-roller That's what I am Women, whiskey and miles of travellin' Is all I understand I was born a travellin' man and my feets do burn the ground I don't care for fancy music if your shoes can't shuffle around I got a 100 women or more and there's no place I call home The only time I'm satisfied is when I'm on the road (Chorus) Sometimes I wonder where will we go Lord don't take my whiskey, rock and roll Take me down to Memphis town, busdriver get me there I got me a queenie she got longbrown curly hair She likes to drink Old Grandad and her shoes do shuffle around And everytime I see that gal Lord she wants to take me down (Chorus) Sometimes I wonder where will we go Lord don't take my whiskey, rock and roll |
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