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(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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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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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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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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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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(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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(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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(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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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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(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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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