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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Pronounced Leh-Nerd Skin-Nerd (1973)
If I leave here tomorrow would you still remember me For I must be travelling on now there's too many places I gotta see 후렴 And if I stay here with you girl things just wouldn't be the same For I'm as free as a bird now and this bird you cannot change and the bird you cannot change and this bird you cannot change Lord knows I can't change 간주 Bye bye it's been sweet love, yeah though this feeling I can't change Please don't take it so badly Lord knows I must play 후렴 반복 |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Pronounced Leh-Nerd Skin-Nerd (1973)
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 - Pronounced Leh-Nerd Skin-Nerd (1973)
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 - Pronounced Leh-Nerd Skin-Nerd (1973)
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 - Pronounced Leh-Nerd Skin-Nerd (1973)
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 - Pronounced Leh-Nerd Skin-Nerd (1973)
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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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Pronounced Leh-Nerd Skin-Nerd (1973)
Mister Banker Mister please, how much does money mean Won't you reconsider mister Won't you do this thing for me Ain't got no house Ain't got no car All I got, Lord, is my guitar But you can have that mister banker Won't you bury my papa for me Oh mister |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Pronounced Leh-Nerd Skin-Nerd (1973)
Daddy was a Cajun, raised on Southern land And so my kinfolks tell me, was a street-fightin' man. Well, they rushed him down to see the doctor "Hey doctor, won't you check his head?" The only thing that was wrong with him Was Johnny Walker's Red He drank ole poison whiskey 'Til it killed him dead. It happened back in the bayou many years ago Satan came to take him and he did it real slow Well, they rushed him back to see the doctor The doctor just shook his head, "Twenty years of rotgut whiskey Done killed the poor man dead." He drank ole poison whiskey 'Til it killed him dead. Take a tip from me, people... brothers can't you see Ain't no future in ole poison whiskey. They're gonna rush you down to see the doctor, The doctor's gonna shake his head. The only thing he's gonna tell ya "Stop drinkin' Johnny Walker's Red Don't drink poison whiskey, don't you drink it boy. |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Pronounced Leh-Nerd Skin-Nerd (1973)
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." "Oh, 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." 후렴 "And be a simple kind of man, oh, be something you love and understand. Baby, be a simple kind of man. Oh, 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. All that I want for you, my son, is to be satisfied." 후렴 반복 간주 "Boy, don't you worry, you'll find yourself. Follow your heart and nothing else. And you can do this, oh baby, if you try. All that I want for you, my son, is to be satisfied.' 후렴 반복 |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Pronounced Leh-Nerd Skin-Nerd (1973)
Have you ever lived down in the ghetto? Have you ever felt the cold wind blow? If you don't know what I mean, Won't you stand up and scream? 'Cause there's things goin' on that you don't know. Too many lives they've spent across the ocean. Too much money been spent upon the moon. Well, until they make it right I hope they never sleep at night They better make some changes And do it soon. They're goin ruin the air we breathe Lord have mercy. They're gonna ruin us all, by and by. I'm telling you all beware I don't think they really care I think they just sit up there And just get high. |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Pronounced Leh-Nerd Skin-Nerd (1973)
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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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Pronounced Leh-Nerd Skin-Nerd (1973)
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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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Second Helping (1974)
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 - Second Helping (1974)
Well, every time that I come home nobody want's to leave me be, it seems that all the friends I've got just got to come interrogate me. Well, I appreciate your feelings and I don't want to pass you by but I don' t ask you 'bout your business, don't ask me about mine. Well, it's true I love the money and I love my brand new car, I like drinkin' the best of whiskey and playin' in a honky tonk bar. But when I come off the road, well, I just gotta have my time 'cause I gotta find a break in this action, else I'm gonna lose my mind. So don't ask me no questions and I won't tell you no lies. So don't ask me 'bout my business and I won't tell you goodbye. Well, what's you favorite color and do you dig the Brothers drivin' me up the wall and every time I think I can sleep some fool has got to call. Well, don't you think that when I come home I just want a little peace of mind? If you want to talk about the business, buddy, you're just wasting time. So don't ask me no questions and I won't tell you no lies. So don't ask me 'bout my business and I won't tell you goodbye. So don't ask no stupid questions and I won't send you away. If you want to talk fishin', well, I guess that'll be OK. |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Second Helping (1974)
Well, every time that I come home nobody want's to leave me be, it seems that all the friends I've got just got to come interrogate me. Well, I appreciate your feelings and I don't want to pass you by but I don' t ask you 'bout your business, don't ask me about mine. Well, it's true I love the money and I love my brand new car, I like drinkin' the best of whiskey and playin' in a honky tonk bar. But when I come off the road, well, I just gotta have my time 'cause I gotta find a break in this action, else I'm gonna lose my mind. So don't ask me no questions and I won't tell you no lies. So don't ask me 'bout my business and I won't tell you goodbye. Well, what's you favorite color and do you dig the Brothers drivin' me up the wall and every time I think I can sleep some fool has got to call. Well, don't you think that when I come home I just want a little peace of mind? If you want to talk about the business, buddy, you're just wasting time. So don't ask me no questions and I won't tell you no lies. So don't ask me 'bout my business and I won't tell you goodbye. So don't ask no stupid questions and I won't send you away. If you want to talk fishin', well, I guess that'll be OK. |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Second Helping (1974)
Ain't no need to worry
Ain't no use to cry 'Cause I'll be comin' home soon To keep you satisfied You know I get so lonely That I feel I can't go on And it feels so good inside, baby Just to call you on the telephone I said... Oh baby, I love you What more can I say Oh baby, I need you I miss you more everyday I woke up early this morning And sun came shining down And it found me wishin' and hopin' Mama, you could be around Well ,you know that I need you More than the air that I breathe And I guess I'm just trying to tell you woman Oh, what you mean to me I try to tell you I love you In each and every way I'm trying to tell you I need you Much more than a piece of leg Oh baby, I love you What more can I say Oh baby I need your sweet lovin I miss you more every day |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Second Helping (1974)
Going down to the swamp
Gonna watch me a hound dog catch a 'coon Well, I'm going down to the swamp Gonna watch me a hound dog catch a 'coon You know the hounddog make-a music On a summer night under a full moon Lord, fetch my cane pole mama Gonna catch a bream or maybe two Lord, fetch my cane pole mama Gonna catch a bream or maybe two And when the hound dog start barkin' Sounds like ol' Son House singin' the blues (chorus) Hound dog sing that Swamp, swamp, swamp, swamp music Swamp, swamp, swamp, swamp music When the hound dog starts singin' I ain't got them big ol' city blues Well, hey pretty mama Lord, just take that city hike Said go ahead pretty mama Lord, just take your city hike Well, I'd rather live with the hound dogs For the rest of my natural born life (chorus) Singing that Swamp, swamp, swamp, swamp music Swamp, swamp, swamp, swamp music Well, I'd rather live with the hounddogs For the rest of my natural born life Well, I'd wanna live with the hound dogs For the rest of my natural born life |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Second Helping (1974)
Turn it up
Big wheels keep on turnin' Carry me home to see my kin Singin' songs about the southland I miss ol' Bamee once again And I think it's a sin, yes Well, I heard Mister Young sing about her Well, I heard ol' 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 comin' home to you In Birmingham, they love the governor (Boo, boo, boo) Now we all did what we could do Now Watergate does not bother me Does your conscience bother you? Tell the truth Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Sweet home Alabama Lord, I'm comin' home to you Here I come, Alabama Now Muscle Shoals has got the Swampers And they've been known to pick a song or two (Yes, they do) Lord, they get me off so much They pick me up when I'm feelin' blue Now how 'bout you? Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Sweet home Alabama Lord, I'm comin' home to you Sweet home Alabama (Oh, sweet home) Where the skies are so blue (And the governor's true) Sweet home Alabama (Lordy) Lord, I'm comin' home to you Yeah, yeah My, Montgomery's got the answer |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Second Helping (1974)
My poor broke mama told me When I was twelve years old You eat and talk much too fast There's one thing you should know Take your time my sweet baby Take your time my blue eyed son Well you may never have his money But you won't miss no rich man's fun I can never give you money honey I can never buy you clothes But the way them women been lookin' at you Someday you should have both If you take your time my sweet baby Take your time and love them slow And if you play your cards right You won't never wait no more Well the ladies like their diamonds They like their brand new clothes But I was blessed with plenty of other things they love the most I take my time with the ladies I take my time and I love 'em slow And since I turned thirteen Lord, I ain't never wait no more I can never give you money honey I can never buy you clothes But the way them schoolgirls look at you Someday you should have both If you take your time my sweet baby Take your time and be my son Well you might never have his money But you won't miss his fun |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Second Helping (1974)
Well I used to wake the morning before the rooster crowed
Searching for soda bottles to get myself some dough Brought '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 it across his knee 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 drinking money, tune up your dobro People said he was useless, them people are the fools 'Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues He looked to be sixty, and maybe I was ten Mama used to whip 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 of wine. Chorus Yes sir On the day old Curtis died, nobody came to pray Ol' preacher said some words, and they chunked him in the clay But 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 he was useless, them people all are fools 'Cause Curtis you're the finest picker to ever play the blues |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Second Helping (1974)
Thirty days, lord and thirty nights I'm comin' home on an airplane flight Mama waitin' at the ticket line Tell me son why do you stand there cryin' It was the needle and the spoon And a trip to the moon Took me away, took me away I've been feelin' so sick and tired Got to get better, lord before I die Seven doctors couldn't help my head, they said You better quit, son before your dead Quit the needle. Quit the spoon Quit the trip to the moon We gonna take you away. Lord, we gonna take you away [Spoken:] It was the needle and the spoon I've seen a lot of people who thought they were cool But then again, lord I've seen a lot of fools Well, I hope you people, lord can hear what I say You'll have your chance to hit it some day Don't mess with the needle or a spoon Or any trip to the moon It'll take you away Lord, their gonna bury you boy Don't mess with the needle Now I know, I know, I know... |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Second Helping (1974)
Like a restless leaf in the autumn breeze
Once I was a tumblin' weed Like a rollin' stone, cold and all alone Living for the day my train would come I never cared for school or any golden rules Papa used to always say I was a useless fool So I left my home to show them thay was wrong And headed out on the road singing my song Then one sunny day. The man, he looked my way And everything that I dreamed of, it was real Money, girls and cars; and big long cigars And I caught the first plane home so papa would see When I went home to show 'em they was wrong All that I found was two tombstones Somebody tell me please was I right or wrong Oh, such a sad song First I got lost, then I got found But the ones that I love are in the ground Papa I only wish you could see me now Take a listen papa Whoo, I learnt how to play my guitar Gonna be a superstar First I got lost, then I got found The ones I love are in the ground Won't you tell me please was I right or wrong If there's any way you can hear what I say Papa, I never meant to do you wrong All the money, girls and cars. And all the words and all the cigars Papa, I just want you to know they couldn't take your place When I went home to show 'em they was wrong All that I found was two tombstones Somebody tell me please was I right or wrong Oh, such a sad song First I got lost, then I got found But the ones that I love are in the ground Somebody tell me please was I right or wrong |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Second Helping (1974)
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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