Lynyrd Skynyrd - Authorized Bootleg: Live At The Cardiff Capitol Theater [live] (2009) by Lynyrd Skynyrd (보컬) on maniadb.com

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
When the black cat cross your trail, Lord
It comes in misery times two

(Chorus)
Double trouble--that's what my friends all call me
(Double trouble)
I said, double trouble
T-R-O-U-B-L-E

Well I was born down in the gutter
With a temper as hot as fire
Spent ninety days on a peat farm just doin' the county's time
Well now, even mama said Son you're bad news
And it won't be too long before someone puts one through you

(Chorus)

(Chorus)

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

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

(Chorus)
Its a Saturday night special
Got a barrel that's blue and cold
Ain't no good for nothin'
But put a man six feet in a hole

Big Jim's been drinkin' whiskey
And playing poker on a losin' night
Pretty soon, Big Jim starts a thinkin'
Somebody been cheatin' and lyin'
So Big Jim commences to fightin'
I wouldn't tell you no lie
And Big Jim done grab his pistol
Shot his friend right between the eyes

(Chorus)

Hand guns are made for killin'
Ain't no good for nothin' else
And if you like your whiskey
You might even shoot yourself
So why don't we dump 'em people
To the bottom of the sea
Before some fool come around here
Wanna shoot either you or me

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."

I'm headed down a highway got a suitcase by my side
Blue skies hangin' over my head I got 500 miles to ride
I'm goin' down to Memphis town to play a latenight 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
Women, whiskey and miles of travellin'
Is all I understand

I was born a travellin' man and my feets do burn the ground
I don't care for fancy music if your shoes can't shuffle around
I got a 100 women or more and there's no place I call home
The only time I'm satisfied is when I'm on the road

(Chorus)
Sometimes I wonder where will we go

Lord don't take my whiskey, rock and roll
Take me down to Memphis town, busdriver get me there
I got me a queenie she got longbrown curly hair
She likes to drink Old Grandad and her shoes do shuffle around
And everytime I see that gal
Lord she wants to take me down

(Chorus)
Sometimes I wonder where will we go
Lord don't take my whiskey, rock and roll

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

Big wheels keep on turning,
Carry me home to see my kin
Singing songs about the southland.
I miss ole bamy once again and I think it's a sin.
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 Gov'nor.
Now we all did what we could do.
Now Watergate does not bother me.
Does your conscience bother you, tell the truth.

Repeat *

(Solo)

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.

Repeat *(twice)

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