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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - God + Guns [box] (2009)
I ain't the kind to stick around without it
It'd be a crime 'cause man I'm all about it It's in my blood It keeps me breathin' It's like a drug, gotta have the feeling It's been awhile since I've seen your face What a shame, what a waste I've been up, I've been down I've been kicked to the ground But I can't get my mind off of you So I keep on movin' on to a place I belong Hopin' you wanted me to I'm better than I was before I'm knocking at your door I'm coming back for more Some say it's love Some say it's hate I'm here to tell you it's never too late If you don't use it Man you're gonna lose it Your sweet little nothings are what I call music It's been awhile since I've seen your face What a shame, what a waste I've been up, I've been down I've been kicked to the ground But I can't get my mind off of you So I keep on movin' on to a place I belong Hopin' you wanted me to I'm better than I was before I'm knocking at your door I'm coming back for more I keep comin' back, comin' back for more I keep comin' back, yeah I need a little more I keep comin' back, comin' back for more I keep comin' back back back I've been up, I've been down I've been kicked to the ground But I can't get my mind off of you So I keep on movin' on to a place I belong Hopin' you wanted me to I'm better than I was before I'm knocking at your door I'm coming back for more I keep comin' back, comin' back for more |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - God + Guns [box] (2009)
Floyd was a trapper way back in the holler
Made moonshine so he could make a dollar Six feet tall, dressed in overalls And wore himself a long gray beard People say Floyd came to town one day But two law dogs got in his way Floyd never hurt no one in his life But they never came back this way No, they never came back this way And the people say Aye, aye, aye, aye hear the hound dogs moan Aye, aye, aye, aye now that Floyd is long gone And the creeper was a creepin' and the souls they were hollerin' singin' Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye The G-men came out to track him down But the swamp was too deep, even one of them drowned They sent in the hellhounds but they turned around singing How how how how how And the people say Aye, aye, aye, aye hear the hound dogs moan Aye, aye, aye, aye now that Floyd is long gone And the creeper was a creepin' and the souls they were hollerin' singin' Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye Yeah the souls are they were cryin' Yeah the creeper he was creepin' Sheriff Boudreaux came to talk to his neighbors All they could say is he was eaten by a gator The legend lives on but Floyd he's at home singing How how how how how And the soul said Aye, aye, aye, aye hear the hound dogs moan Aye, aye, aye, aye now that Floyd is long gone Aye, aye, aye, aye now that Floyd is long gone There's a full moon now The moon was shinin' bright singing Aye aye aye aye aye |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - God + Guns [box] (2009)
I remember the day that he came in
I can't believe how long it's been Like a poet, he began to play Just an old friend that hung with the band A drinkin' man he had no plan But he played the 'Bird Played it for free 'Cause I know he's here He's everywhere Take a look around oh and you will see That cross we bear It's in the air Lord we thank you for these gifted hands There are demons we live with every day That tear at our hearts and take us away To another place Some of us don't get back This song is for the hands of the workin' man Who believes in himself and he understands Love, hope, and faith are The Maker's plan 'Cause I know he's here He's everywhere Take a look around oh and you will see That cross we bear It's in the air Lord we thank you for these gifted hands One day we'll all take that ride And with those gifted hands I know you'll fly |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - God + Guns [box] (2009)
Woman lose my number
You can't get to me My pockets ain't deep enough Your eyes were seeing green I caught you lyin', you're a cheat Oh lord shame on me I loved you once Tried you twice But you've become bad company Somebody call the rescue 'cause I think I'm on the edge Yeah you're just like a sledgehammer You keep poundin' in my head While you were on the phone lyin' to me You were lyin' next to who It ain't nothing to do about the heartache It's just a little thing called you All my friends did tell me But I could not believe Well you were doin' me wrong When I was gone How wicked can you be? Yeah a black cat crosses many roads Chills you to the bone I might be hurt, but I won't cry 'cause I'm a man that's not alone Somebody call the rescue 'cause I think I'm on the edge Yeah you're just like a sledgehammer You keep poundin' in my head While you were on the phone lyin' to me You were lyin' next to who It ain't nothing to do about the heartache It's just a little thing called you Somebody call the rescue 'cause I think I'm on the edge Yeah you're just like a sledgehammer Girl you're poundin' in my head While you were on the phone lyin' to me You were lyin' next to who It ain't nothing to do about the heartache Yeah it ain't nothing to do about the heartache It's just a little thing called you A little thing called you! A little thing called you! |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - God + Guns [box] (2009)
Hey, when is the last time you sat down and had dinner with your kids?
Talked about what's going on in their lives? Hey, when is the last time you just stopped and helped somebody out? I bet you can't remember Well a lot of people are sayin' "we're changing for the better" Well that don't interest me I like the simple life The way it used to be We left our doors wide open We didn't need no key I've been around the world Seen all there is to see I'd trade all those memories for one more day How it used to be I like the simple life I wanna get up Sunday mornin' Go fishin' with my boy Watch the sunset kick back in my yard Take my harley on a real long lazy Sunday drive And do a little more nothin' once in a while Yeah maybe kick my feet up Watch a little re-run on tv Laughin' with ol' barney, andy and aunt bee I like the simple life The way it used to be We left our doors wide open We didn't need no key I've been around the world Seen all there is to see I'd trade all those memories for one more day How it used to be I like the simple life Everything's going by so fast I swear sometimes we just can't see So caught up in where we're trying to get Life as we know it, could be gone in a minute I like the simple life The way it used to be We left our doors wide open We didn't need no key I've been around the world Seen all there is to see I'd trade all those memories for one more day I like the simple life I like the simple life I want the simple life |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - God + Guns [box] (2009)
I think it's gonna be good night here Rickey!
I think it's time to rock! It's gonna be hell of a show! People out there in the parking lot Smoking that stuff it's a rebel flag rock Turn it up, crank it out, let me hear you shout! That sweet soul southern music! So put your hands in the air Give us all you got We're feeling right (feelin' right) Gonna take all night (take all night) To rock this joint the way it's supposed to be Young and old (young and old) 3 generations bold (generations) We've been told It's a Skynyrd nation! Motorcycle ladies hugging up to their daddies Oh teenage bangers they're all getting ready! Open those gates gonna rock tonight Oh when those lights go down it's a beautiful sight! So put your hands in the air Give us all you got We're feeling right (feelin' right) Gonna take all night (take all night) To rock this joint the way it's supposed to be Young and old (young and old) 3 generations bold (generations) We've been told It's a Skynyrd nation! Hey put your hands in the air! We're feeling right (feelin' right) Gonna take all night (take all night) To rock this joint the way it's supposed to be Young and old (young and old) 3 generations bold (generations) We've been told It's a Skynyrd nation! Skynyrd nation! (young and old) Skynyrd nation! (3 generations more!) We've been told It's a Skynyrd nation! |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - God + Guns [box] (2009)
When I was 15 I dreamed of leaving my home
I had to see the world And live like a rolling stone I heard California was paved in gold So I hopped on that train It didn't come easy But I keep thinkin' bout The green grass and missing my home Take me back to my southern ways Where I can be myself and live another day Take me back to my southern ways Where the tall pines blow and the southern winds kiss my face Oh southern grace Me and my boys started a band Practiced everyday out on the Hell House land Played every honky tonk and this ol' bar To sing about ol' Bama We were just simple men The music is forever And the songs will never ever end Take me back to my southern ways Where I can be myself and live another day Take me back to my southern ways Where the tall pines blow and the southern winds kiss my face Oh take me back! I sit here thinkin' about those days I wouldn't change a thing about my life today Ain't it funny how time sure flies 'Cause all I ever wanted and needed WAS YOU Take me back to my southern ways Where I can be myself and live another day Take me back to my southern ways Where the tall pines blow and the St. John's flows, and only God - he Knows, and those southern winds kiss my face |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - God + Guns [box] (2009)
Broken bones, broken hearts
Stripped down and torn apart A little bit of rust I'm still runnin' Counting miles, counting tears Twist of roads, shifting gears Year after year It's all or nothing But I'm not home I'm not lost Still holding on to what I got Ain't much left Though there's so much that's been stolen Guess I've lost everything I've had But I'm not dead, at least not yet Still alone, still alive, still unbroken I'm still alone, still alive, I'm still unbroken Never captured, never tamed Wild horses on the plains You can call me lost, I call it freedom I feel a spirit in my soul It's something Lord I can't control I'm never giving up while I'm still breathing I'm not home I'm not lost Still holding on to what I got Ain't much left Though there's so much that's been stolen Guess I've lost everything I've had I'm not dead, at least not yet Still alone, still alive, still unbroken I'm still alone, still alive, I'm still unbroken I'm still unbroken Still unbroken Like the wind, like the rain Keeps on running through my veins Like a river pouring down into the ocean I'm out here on the street But I'm standing on my feet Still alive, still alone, still unbroken I'm not home I'm not lost Still holding on to what I got Ain't much left Though there's so much that's been stolen Guess I've lost everything I've had But I'm not dead, at least not yet Still alive, still alone, still unbroken I'm still alone, still alive, I'm still unbroken I'm still alone, still alive, I'm still unbroken I'm still unbroken I ain't never going down I'm still unbroken Oh |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - God + Guns [box] (2009)
There was a time that you believed
That nothing could happen to you You were in a place, deep in a hole So dark that you could not see Everyday the rain won't fall The sun will come out and shine on us all There's a light at the end for you my friend Oh, take it from me, The Storm will someday end Will someday end So much has changed inside your heart We can tell it's tearin' you apart We share your pain and feel your hurt But holy water cleanses the dirt Everyday the rain won't fall The sun will come out and shine on us all There's a light at the end for you my friend Oh, take it from me, The Storm will someday end Yeah You were Stuck in a hole Everyday the rain won't fall The sun will come out and shine on us all There's a light at the end for you my friend Oh, take it from me Everyday the rain won't fall The sun will come out and shine on us all There's a light at the end for you my friend Oh, take it from me The storm will someday end It's gonna end It's gotta end! |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - God + Guns [box] (2009)
Sometimes I want to light up underneath the no smoking sign
Sometimes I wished they'd tell me how justice got so blind I wish they'd just leave me alone cause I'm doing alright You can take your change on down the road and leave me here with mine Cause that ain't my America, that ain't this country's roots You want to slam ol Uncle Sam but I ain't lettin' you I'm mad as hell and you know I still, bleed red white and blue That ain't us, That ain't my America, That ain't My America Yeah I was standing there in Dallas, waiting on a plane I overheard an old man tell a young soldier thanks Young soldier hung his head and said its hard to believe You're the only one that took the time to say a word to me And the old man said That ain't my America, that ain't this country's roots You want to slam ol' Uncle Sam but I ain't lettin' you Yeah I'm mad as hell and you know I still, bleed red white and blue That ain't us, That ain't my America, That ain't My America It's to the women and men in their hands they hold a bible and a gun And they ain't afraid of nothing when they're holding either one, oh, uh Now there's kids that cant pray in school, hundred dollar tanks of gas, I can tell you right now this country ain't, ain't supposed to be like that No, that ain't my America, that ain't this country's roots You want to slam ol' Uncle Sam but I ain't lettin' you Yeah I'm mad as hell and you know I still, bleed red white and blue That ain't us, that ain't my, that ain't my America, oh no, That Ain't My America No, no, no, no, oh, oh, uh huh, that ain't my America, oh no |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - God + Guns [box] (2009)
Well I heard it on the late night radio
For the umpteenth time headin' from LA to the Florida coast I was between black coffee and shifting gears When the second verse took a turn and brought me to tears They were talkin' about love, I do and forever And how two people ought to stay together Well the music hit me but the singer's got it all wrong Unwrite that song Unwrite that song 'Cause what he's saying to me don't go with that melody Unsing them lines about those happy times Don't they know she's gone Unwrite that song Well it was 3 AM and she was cryin' and her eyes were all red When that music video came on and she sat up in her bed She grabbed that whiskey bottle Poured one last shot And threw that empty glass at the TV and screamed Unwrite that song Unwrite that song 'Cause what he's saying to me don't go with that melody Unsing them lines about those happy times Don't they know he's gone Unwrite that song Well there was a time that I believed All those words were true And if I had a pen and paper right now I know what I'd do Unwrite that song Unwrite that song 'Cause what he's saying to me don't go with that melody Unsing them lines about those happy times Don't they know he's gone Unwrite that song Lord I know she's gone Unwrite that song Unwrite our song |
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