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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 want to know, tell me why is it so
Well just because I don't pray

I heard the voice and saw the face
And I know he was there
The robe it floated around my bed
And I felt no pain

You can talk about the help you need
He's a friend indeed
Just open your heart and live again

Oooohhh....

Ahhhhhhhhh....

Tornados spinnin', I sit here grinnin'
I think we've all seen this movie before
This is confusin', almost amusin'
It's hard to tell up and down anymore

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

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

[Chorus]
Am I losin' my own way back home
Am I losin' a good friend that I've known

I've got a sayin' in my life that's got me by so far
Well it mat not be right but, nobody's gonna tell me I'm wrong
The first mistake is leave it up to somebody else
If you want somethin' done you got to do it yourself
I'll do it myself before somebody makes a fool out of me

[chorus]
'Cause nothin' comes easy for a man like me

I've got a sweet little angel mama
I love the way she spread her wings
I got a sweet little angel mama
I love the way she spread her wings
Spreads her wings
All around my everything
You know I asked my ol lady for a nickel yall
And she gave me a 20 dollar bill

There's an old man sittin' on a front porch now
Talkin' 'bout how it used to be
When I was young I was a hell of a man
My father died when I was ten
I hit the road to find a job
Had to feed my family
Times were hard my hands are still scarred
From the life I've had to lead

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

Love this time of year
It seems to bring us near
I wish Christmas was every day
There's somethin' about those lights
On that tree at night
Feelin' you girl, next to me

Oh baby, baby the way we kiss

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

Your love does something to me that I can't describe
Dark eyes see right through me and I just can't hide
You drive me crazy with what you don't say and the way you hold back love
Tell me tell me won't you please please tell me
Need an answer from above
There you are, You're my desire, and here I am
I'd be a liar if I said...

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

MMMMmmmmmm...
Hahaaa...
Let me tell you a story...

Outside of Macon off a country road
Justice was forsaken when they let the wrong man go
Johnny Law was shady first one on the scene
They called it murder in the first degree

Well, every time that I come home
Nobody wants to let me be
It seems that all the friends I've got
Just got to come interrogate me
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

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

Well Billy Joe told me, said everything's lookin' fine
He's got the place all secured, got the icebox full of wine
He said hurry on over and don't be late
He got three lovely ladies who just won't wait
Do some down south jukin'
And lookin' for a peace of mind

Now put your Sunday pants on, lets get out on on the road

There's an old man sittin' on a front porch now
Talkin' 'bout how it used to be
When I was young I was a hell of a man
My father died when I was ten
I hit the road to find a job
Had to feed my family
Times were hard my hands are still scarred
From the life I've had to lead

I hear the rumors flyin'
About a head on crash
At the stroke of midnight
When centuries clash
Some gonna party
Some gonna kneel and pray

Well you can quote the bible

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

Well, them four walls of Raiford are closin' in on me
Doin' three to five, hard labor, for armed robbery
I had two years behind me but I could not wait the time
Every time I thought about it, well, I died some more inside

And I had stripes on my back and memories that hurt
For the only time I seen sunshine is when I went to work
Diggin' ditches for the chain gang - sleepin' in the hole

If I leave here tomarrow
Would you still remember me?
For I must be traveling on now
There's too many places I've gotta see
If I stay here with you girl
Things just couldn't be the same

Cause I'm as free as a bird now

If I leave here tomorrow
Would you still remember me?
For I must be traveling on, now
'Cause there's too many places
I've got to see

But, if I stayed here with you, girl
Things just couldn't be the same

Oooh yeah oh
On a foggy road just before sunrise
Don't you lose control, you could lose your life
Keep your hands on the wheel and your eyes straight ahead
Don't forget what the good book says
You think it can never happen to you
But it happens all the time

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

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

I was cutting the rug
Down at a place called The Jug
With a girl named Linda Lu
When in walked a man
With a gun in his hand
And he was looking for you know who.
He said, "Hey there fellow,
With the hair colored yellow,

Last night I heard this politician
Talking 'bout his brand new mission
I Liked his plans, but they came undone when he got around to God and Guns

I don't know how he grew up
But it sure wasn't down at the hunting club
Cause if it was he'd understand a little bit more about the working man

He was 5 foot 7
Strong as an Oak tree
Yeah he had a good reason
for every lick he gave me
But he showed me the ropes
Good whiskey and smoke
And how to tell a dirty joke

Mama used to say to me, you can make your destiny
Keep your feet planted on the ground
You can always get it back, make a castle from a one room shack
It's all of what you make of what you've found
Son you're gonna find out when you're older
There's always been the hand of god restin' right there on your shoulder

Will it be hell or heaven on earth

Getting work ain't easy in the hills of Tennessee
But things are bad all over my friends keep telling me
Even though I grew up there and never thought I'd leave
Had too many bills to pay, seven mouths to feed
Movin' to the city was all that I could do
Got them hillbilly blues

People here won't say goodmorning, they won't even take the time

She’s like fashion out of a steel mine
She ain’t afraid to get dirty – have a good time
She’s kind of backwoods
She’s kind of psycho
She likes to ride fast on her motorcycle

No I can’t forget how she tastes on my lips
She’s as good as it gets

One, two, three ...

Now I'll tell you plainly, baby
What I plan to dooo
Say I may be crazy, woman
But I ain't no fool
Your daddy is rich, mama
You're overdue

(J.J. Cale)

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

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)

Ain't no need to worry
There 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, babe
Just to call you on the telephone, I said

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

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

The boy gets crazy when he's sittin' at the bar
Don't you mess with Jake don't you push him to far
Rot gut whiskey and home made wine
Make a good country boy just lose his mind

Like a run away train rollin' through the night
The boy ain't got no fear
Like a race car hittin' the wall he gets hard to steer

Disillusions fillin' my head
Never happy, I wished I was dead
Can't remember things I used to know
Take another hit Lord, let the four winds blow
Junkie, junkie man

Feel so lonely, I wish I could cry
Suicidal, not man enough to die

Oh Yeah!

Got a pocket full of memories and my song
Got to keep on movin' and rollin' on
When I'm playin' for keeps, I always win
Don't know where I'm going, but I know where I've been
Yeah!

MMMMMmmmmmm...

I listen, and still I haven't heard
Tell me what is the word
And if I ever heard it would it be clear as water
Oh tears run down your face
Reflects the human race
We're all caught up with winnin' losin time and space

Just when you think you’ve got it figured out
It comes along and hits you in the mouth
You think your day can’t get no worse
Your Heaven falls and hits you where it hurts
You wake up smilin’ on a sunny day
The clouds pour in and then it’s pourin’ rain

If you blink you’ll miss it…

MMmmmMMMmmm...
Well it took so long for me to realize
That my destiny was right before my eyes
If it were up to me to travel through this life
I'd find an open space for me to live out all my dreams

I'm such a lucky man, I try to be a stronger man
I shed a tear or two but that don't make me a weaker man

[JVZ:] She’s got Mississippi Blood runnin’ through her veins
Her mama was a looker from New Orleans
[RM:] Daddy worked hard with a gun in his boot
Blow you away click bang boom boom
[JVZ:] Good ol’ dude said she broke his heart
Threw it on the ground – stomped it hard
[RM:] But I wanna tell you a little song I know
Before they be carvin’ my name in stone

Woman, I have to leave you
I can't stay where there is no pay
And I really don't care where I'm going to
Its been so long since I've been gone
Lord, I'm tired and I want to go home
My throat is raw from singing the blues
Need all my friends to talk to
Now yes I do need all my friends to talk to

In this world that we all live in
Its all takin' and there's no givin'
Before its too late,somethings gotta change

Go to work every day for the dollar
Doesn't matter we're all blue collar
At the end of the day
Nothin' lost, nothin' gained

Oh another hot cup of coffee – I’m up at 5 am
These old worn out workin’ boots look like these beat up hands
But I get up and I do it – because people depend on me
Tryin’ to keep my faith in this American Dream
Paychecks goin’ down…
Prices are goin’ up…
Takes most of my money just to fill my pick-up truck…

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

[Chorus]

Angels sing and buzzes fly
kingdoms fall and rivers rise
as summer seem since the sinners alive
someone free bubble all do in town

Chorus:
One day at a time smell the roses taste the wine
one day at a time no south signs or red lines

Somewhere the sun is shining
On some unhappy day
Somewhere there's people laughing
They think they've found the way

But its not me
Its not me, no no now
Its not me, its not me, its not me, its not me

I met the man, when I was fifteen
Seen him in all the papers, on TV. and magazines
So I had to ask him, what's the difference between
Those who make a wish, those who spin wheels
And those who ride in white limousines like you, mister
Won't you tell me one thing

Some have the passion and they control the ride

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.

Mud-covered cornfields starin' out my back door
The barn's leaning over now and that deer don't run no more
So much life before, now that dream is gone

When the factory burned down I moved up to the city
The school we all went to is a memory that got bulldozed
And the good times froze when that door closed

Mama called this morning, said
'Son won't you come back home?
I've been feelin' good but
I know it won't be long.'
Don't keep me waiting
I wanna touch your face again.
Ohh, what a good life it's been.

We don't have no plastic L.A. Frynds,
ain't on the edge of no popular trend.
Ain't never seen the inside of that magazine GQ.
We don't care if you 're a lawyer, or a texas oil man,
or some waitress busting ass in some liquor stand.
If you got Soul
We hang out with people just like you

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

You'd better watch out, you'd better not cry
Better not pout, I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is coming to town

He's making a list and checking it twice
Gonna find out who's naughty and nice
Santa Claus is coming to town

Santa comes once a year, we all know
he don't use the chimney, got a key to my door ... oh
Oh, look what Santa did (... he's messin' with me)
They call it "Merry Christmas", but I say, Santa's messin' with the kid

He came in cold *), zipped my tea
He sat my wife upon his knee ... oh Lord!
Oh, look what Santa did (he's messin' with me)

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

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

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

Mama told me when I was young
Come sit beside me, my only son
And listen closely to what I say.
And if you do this
It will help you some sunny day.
Take your time… don’t live too fast,
Troubles will come and they will pass.
Go find a woman and you’ll find love,

Mama told me when I was young
Come sit beside me, my only son
And listen closely to what I say.
And if you do this
It will help you some sunny day.
Take your time... Don't live too fast,
Troubles will come and they will pass.
Go find a woman and you'll find love,

VZ: I think it's gonna be good night here Rickey!
RM: I think it's time to rock!
JVZ: It's gonna be hell of a show!

JVZ: People out there in the parking lot
RM: Smoking that stuff it's a rebel flag rock
JVZ: Turn it up, crank it out, let me hear you shout!
BOTH: That sweet soul southern music!

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

(Gary Rossington, Johnny Van-Zant, Robert Johnson, Michael Lunn)

There's a honky-tonk just south of Georgia
A little salvation just a' waitin' for ya'
I heard it said a long time ago
If your lookin' for your soul
Down a dirt road just across the border

When I was fifteen
I dreamed of leavin' my home
I had to see the world
And live like a rollin' stone, yeah
I heard California was paved in gold

So I hopped on that train
It didn't come easy

Money can't buy you happiness
And that drinkin' can cause you pain
Yeah that stuff you put up your nose
It can drive you insane
Why do you do these things?
You're killing yourself each day
So you better get down on your knees
And ask the good Lord to take it away

Broken bones, broken hearts
Stripped down and torn apart
A little bit of rust - I'm still runnin'

Countin' miles, countin' tears
Twisted roads, shiftin' gears
Year after year - it's all or nothin'

Goin' down to the swamp
Goin' watch me a hound dog catch a 'coon
Well, I'm goin' down to the swamp
Goin' to watch a hound dog catch a 'coon
You know the hound dog makin' music
On a summer night by the light of the moon
Oh, fetch my cane pole mama
Goin' catch a bream or maybe two

Big wheels keep on turning
Carry me home to see my kin
Singing songs about the Southland
I miss Alabamy once again
And I think its a sin, yes

Well I heard mister Young sing about her
Well, I heard ole Neil put her down

Big wheels keep on turning
Carry me home to see my kin
Singing songs about the Southland
I miss Alabamy once again
And I think its a sin, yes

Well I heard mister Young sing about her
Well, I heard ole Neil put her down

Give me a T for Texas, give me a T for Tennessee
Give me a T for Texas, give me a T for Tennessee
Give me a T for Thelma, woman made a fool out of me

If you don't want me baby, mama you sure don't got to stall
If you don't want me baby, mama you sure don't got to stall
I've had more pretty women than a passenger train could haul

Well, my poor, broke mama told me
When I was twelve years old
Said, "You eat, talk, yeah, man, too fast"
There's one thing you should know
Just take your time, my sweet baby
Take your time, my blue eyed son
Well, you might never have his money
But you won't miss no rich man's fun

Alarm clock rings about a quarter after five
I've been up all night
Raisin' hell with some friends of mine
I take one good look in the mirror
But only one things gettin' clearer
The way I live, I'm lucky to be alive

There I go lying to myself

Sometimes I wanna light up underneath the no-smoking sign
Sometimes I wish 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 aint this country's roots
You wanna slam old Uncle Sam

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.

[Chorus:]
Ooh, ooh that smell
Can't you smell that smell?

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

Let me tell ya...

Where I come from it's grits and gravy not champagne and caviar
Got pickup trucks, ain't no mercedes, that's who we are (Oooooh.. Yeah I wouldn't change a thing)
I ain't no saint sometimes a sinner and I can't tell you why
But I get up every mornin' and thank the man above (Oooooh WOOOoo my life is good)

Let me tell ya how good... hahaaa

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

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'

(chorus)
It was the needle and the spoon
And a trip to the moon

Well the sun don't shine where it used to
And the angels are hidin' their heads
People don't listen to their hearts anymore
Seems the good men all are dead
There ain't no right, wrong, no in between
That ain't the constitution that they wrote for me
Got our heads stuck in somethin' overseas
Standin' ass deep in hypocracy

Dig down and tell me what you find
Back in the pages left behind
Everybody's got a story
Ours ain't no different from the rest
Each step we take, it's just a test
On this broken road to glory

When we were young and brave

I'm just a city boy
But there's a small town side to me
And I feel it closin' in
Are we too blind to see
That she's dying more each day
And she's cryin' out to you and me

Chances come and when they're gone

I was born a travelin' man, that's all I'll ever be
Moving around from town to town is what makes me so free
My father was a trucker for the years of 23
And on the day that I was born his truck was left to me

I'm a travelin' man
Travelin' man
Travelin' man, that's what I am

Train roll on, on down the line,
Won't you please take me far, far away
Now I feel the wind blow, outside my door,
I'm leavin' my woman at home, oh yeah
Tuesday's gone with the wind,
Oh my baby's gone, gone with the wind
And I don't know, oh, where I'm goin'
I just want to be left alone

Way down yonder you can hear the wind blow
Through the tall grass growing in the old bayou
The old bayou

There's a dark haired woman that looks so fine
Wearing hand me down clothes, drinking homemade wine
No one ever knew who her daddy was
The people down here say it's all because

(Gary Rossington / Ronnie Van Zant)

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

I'm headed down a highway got a suitcase by my side
Blue skies hangin' over my head I got five hundred miles to ride
I'm goin' down to Memphis town to play a late night 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

White Dove sittin' on a blackberry bush
Is there any questioning why
Tell me what heaven you're bound for today
Feel just like I could cry
Feel just like I could cry

Little squirrel sitting on a __ rock
Wodering where the winter meal is coming from

Up every mornin' before the sun
Takin' my lovin' on the run
Breakin' my back till the day is done
I'm gonna punch that time clock and have some fun
Ain't no easy way to get myself out

So-i keep on workin'
like a workin' man do

Seven years of hard luck, comin' down on me
From the Florida border, yes up to Nashville, Tennessee
I worked in every joint you can name, mister, every honky tonk
Along come Mr. Yankee slicker, sayin' maybe you're what I want
Want you to sign your contract
Want you to sign today
Gonna give you lots of money
Workin' for MCA

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

Want you to sign your contract
Want you to sign today
Gonna give you lots of money