Lynyrd Skynyrd Lyrics

Tuesday's Gone (Allen Collins - Ronnie VanZant) 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 leaving my woman behind. Tuesday's gone with the wind. My woman's gone with the wind. And I don't know where I'm going. I just want to be left alone. Well, when this train ends I'll try again, But I'm leaving my woman at home. (chorus) Tuesday's gone with the wind. Tuesday's gone with the wind. Tuesday's gone with the wind. My woman's gone with the wind. Train roll on many miles from my home, See, I'm riding my blues away. Tuesday, you see, she had to be free But somehow I've got to carry on. (chorus) © Copyright 1973 by Duchess Music All rights reserved.
Freebird (Allen Collins - Ronnie VanZant) If I leave here tomorrow Would you still remember me? For I must be travelling 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. 'Cause I'm as free as a bird now, And this bird you can not change. Lord knows, I can't change. Bye, bye, its been a sweet love. Though this feeling I can't change. But please don't take it badly, 'Cause Lord knows I'm to blame. But, if I stayed here with you girl, Things just couldn't be the same. Cause I'm as free as a bird now, And this bird you'll never change. And this bird you can not change. Lord knows, I can't change. Lord help me, I can't change. © Copyright 1973 by Duchess Music All rights reserved.
Sweet Home Alabama (Ed King - Ronnie VanZant - Gary Rossington) 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 Well, I hope Neil Young will remember A Southern man don't need him around anyhow Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Sweet Home Alabama Lord, I'm coming home to you In Birmingham they love the governor 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 coming 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 Lord they get me off so much They pick me up when I'm feeling blue Now how about you? Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Sweet Home Alabama Lord, I'm coming home to you Sweet home Alabama Oh sweet home baby Where the skies are so blue And the governor's true Sweet Home Alabama Lordy Lord, I'm coming home to you Yea, yea Montgomery's got the answer © Copyright by Duchess Music/Hustlers Inc. - BMI All rights reserved.
The Needle And The Spoon (Ronnie VanZant -- Allen Collins) 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 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 (chorus) 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 (chorus) 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... © Copyright by Duchess Music/Hustlers Inc. - BMI All rights reserved.
That Smell (Allen Collins - Ronnie VanZant) 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 © Copyright by Duchess Music/Get Loose Music, Inc. - BMI All rights reserved.
Call Me The Breeze (J.J. Cale) 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 © Copyright by Moss Rose Productions Inc. All rights reserved.
Tomorrow's Goodbye 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 They curse the fools who wait too long So let's take care of what we have Before the good we know goes bad And the beauty fades and just slips away The dirty air, they dying seas Will this be the world we leave To the wild and young I say, just look at what we've done And right before our yes Today's yesterday Could be tomorrow's goodbye Here comes the rain And it might wash her tears away But it doesn't change a thing Like my brother before me All I can do is write this song And for her I sing Chances come and when they're gone They carve in stone what we've done wrong So let's take care of what we have Before the good we know goes bad And the beauty fades and slips away The dirty air, the dying seas Will this be the world we leave To the wild and young I say, just look at what we've done And right before our eyes Today's yesterday Could be tomorrow's goodbye Do you ever think about The future or the past Do you ever wonder How long this world will last Let's take care of what we have Before the good we know goes bad And the beauty fades, and just slips away The dirty air, the dying seas Will this be the world we leave To the wild and young I said, just look at what we've done And right before our eyes Yeah, it's right before our eyes Today's yesterday Could be tomorrow's goodbye

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