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If I leave here tomorrow
Would you still remember me? For I must be travelling on now There's just too many places I've got to see 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, oh, oh, oh, oh And this bird you cannot change And this bird you cannot change Lord knows I can't change Bye bye, baby, it's been a sweet love yeah, yeah And 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, oh, oh, oh, oh And this bird you cannot change And this bird you cannot change Lord knows I can't change Lord, help me, I can't change Lord, I can't change Won't you fly high free bird? Yeah |
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| 2. |
| 3:49 |
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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 Can't remember ever feelin' this low Take another hit babe, here I go Junkie, junkie man Yonder come a man, Lord he's got my snow Help me out babe, get down low But I can't remember things I used to know The Lord knows I'm to blame. Take another hit Lord, and let the four winds blow Junkie, junkie man |
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| 3. |
| 3:10 |
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Oh yeah, all right
I do believe in you more than myself I can depend on you when I need help So when I tell you, please understand That I do love you, love you man to man Oh yeah, all right I remember oh so well when the times were bad If I needed anything, you'd give me all you had And when the troubles came you were by my side You said use God as your guide my son don't you know He's alive, he's alive Oh yeah But now you have gone and I'm on my own But I realize one thing, one man is never alone But I wish that you were here right by my side I would love to tell you that I know He's alive Oh yeah, all right |
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| 4. |
| 5:03 |
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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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| 5. |
| 4:09 |
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I was cutting 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 And he was looking for you-know-who He said, "Hey there fellow with the hair colored yellow Whatcha tryin' to prove? 'Cause that's my woman there and I'm a man who cares And this might be all for you" I was scared and fearing for my life I was shakin' like a leaf on a tree 'Cause he was lean, mean, big and bad, Lord Pointin' that gun at me "Oh, wait a minute, mister, I didn't even kiss her Don't want no trouble wit' chu And I know you don't owe me but I wish you would let me Ask one favor from you" "Won't you give me three steps, gimme three steps, mister Gimme three steps towards the door? Gimme three steps, gimme three steps, mister And you'll never see a-me no more" For sure Well, the crowd cleared away and I began to pray And the water fell on the floor And I'm telling you son, well it ain't no fun Staring straight down a forty-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 towards the door "Won't you give me three steps, gimme three steps, mister Gimme three steps towards the door? Gimme three steps, gimme three steps, mister And you'll never see a-me no more" Show me the back door |
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| 6. |
| 4:13 |
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(Allen Collins -- Gary Rossington -- Ronnie VanZant)
I'd like to tell y'all a story About a friend of mine Who liked to drink good whiskey, oh Lord And have a real good time His woman, you know she left him And stole that boy's brand new car And ran out of town with a guitar picker Said he gonna be a superstar Sure you are (Chorus) You can't alway trust your woman You can't always trust your best friend Beware of the ones that you need y'all 'Cause those might be the ones that do you in Don't talk no stuff to no slicker Don't tell your feelings to your friend Don't tell your woman that you love her, because That's when your trouble begins There are many ladies here among us That'll stab you in the back when you ain't around There are many, so many of your very best friends That'll kick you in the head when you are down Yes they will (Chorus) Don't you backtalk the police 'Cause its his job to put you in the jail They'll lock you up, boy and throw away the key And your best friend won't even go your bail There are many slickers here among us That are all dressed up in suits and ties But don't you show your pain, Lord in front of them 'Cause if you do you kiss yourself goodbye, alright (Chorus) |
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| 7. |
| 5:30 |
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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 they changed and I'll be glad when I go home I don't know why this all 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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| 8. |
| 5:19 |
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Mister Banker
Mister please, how much does money mean Won't you reconsider mister Won't you do this thing for me Ain't got no house Ain't got no car All I got, Lord, is my guitar But you can have that mister banker Won't you bury my papa for me Oh mister banker please Listen to {the} way it sound I would not be here on my knees But hey mister banker It means so much to me Oh won't you reconsider mister Won't you do this thing for me I told you mister I ain't got no house Ain't got no car I got me a 1950 Les Paul guitar Won't you take it mister banker Won't you bury my papa for me Oh mister banker please |
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| 9. |
| 2:55 |
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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 We been workin' all week, and thinkin' its time we let go I got three fine mamas sittin all alone, gonna sip my wine and get it on And do some down south jukin' Lookin' for a peace of mind Now come Monday morn we'll be headin' out to the field And we'll be doin our thing for Papa and ol' Uncle Bill Lord, but come Friday night we'll be headin to town Tryin' to pick up any woman hanging around And do some down south jukin' Lookin' for a peace of mind |
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| 10. |
| 5:16 |
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1. Well I'm truckin' on down from Memphis,
Cruisin' down to New Orleans, tonight he sleeps along with a Cajun queen. 2. Well there's smoke from stacks blowin' and he don't care where he's goin' the only time he feels right is when he's a-rollin' 3. He's got a road man's scene in his hand. Good drivin' just as hard as he can. a time and that your scales in me. Chorus Well I'm talkin' about a truck drivin' man. Yeah he'll always give you the best that he can. White cross and coffee oh yeah, is all that he needs. And it's allright by me truckdrivin' man. Chorus 4. He's got the ladies up from North-Dakota, from The Keys meant to Minnesota. And a love such-a never want these as what is told her 5. Well all the flame of shirts and blue jeans. Truckstops are routines. Tonight he sleeps along with a Cajun queen Chorus |
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| 11. |
| 3:47 |
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One, two, three
Now I'll tell you plainly baby, what I plan to do Say I may be crazy woman, but I ain't no fool Your daddy's rich mama, you're overdue Now I ain't the one baby, been messin' with you Got bells in your mind lady, and it's easy to see-uh I think it's time for me to move along, I do believe Aww, you're tryin' to put a hook in me, baby, oh, no Now you're talkin' jive woman, when you say to me That your daddy's gonna take us in baby, take care of me You know and I know woman, I ain't the one I never hurt you sweetheart, I never pulled my gun Got bells in your mind mama, and it's easy to see-uh I think it's time for me to move along, I do believe Time for me to put my boots out in the street missy Are you ready boots? Walk on! Well now alright there missy, Let me tell you a thing or two How about it baby? Now you're talkin' jive woman, when you say to me That your daddy's gonna take us in baby, take care of me You know and I know woman, I ain't the one I never hurt you sweetheart, I never pulled my gun Got bells in your mind mama, and it's easy to see-uh I think it's time for me to move along, I do believe Oh, I must be in the middle of some kinda conspiracy Ohhh, nooo! Wooooo! |
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| 12. |
| 3:09 |
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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. It happened back in the bayou many years ago Satan came to take him and he did it real slow Well, they rushed him back to see the doctor The doctor just shook his head, "Twenty years of rotgut whiskey Done killed the poor man dead." He drank ole poison whiskey 'Til it killed him dead. Take a tip from me, people... brothers can't you see Ain't no future in ole poison whiskey. They're gonna rush you down to see the doctor, The doctor's gonna shake his head. The only thing he's gonna tell ya "Stop drinkin' Johnny Walker's Red Don't drink poison whiskey, don't you drink it boy. |
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| 13. |
| 7:33 |
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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 I'm leaving my woman at home, Lordy Tuesday's gone with the wind Oh my baby's gone with the wind And I don't know Oh where I'm going I just want to be left alone Well when this train ends I'll try again oh but I'm leaving my woman at home, Lordy Tuesday's gone with the wind Tuesday's gone with the wind Tuesday's gone with the wind My baby's gone with the wind Train roll on Tuesday's gone Train roll on Many miles from my home, see I'm I'm riding my blues away, yeah Well Tuesday you see Oh she had to be free, Lord but Somehow I got to carry on, Lordy Tuesday's gone with the wind Tuesday's gone with the wind Tuesday's gone with the wind, oh My baby's gone with the wind Train roll on Roll on 'Cause my baby's gone I'm riding my blues babe Trying to ride my blues Ride on train Ride on train Ride my blues babe Come back to me babe Come back to me oh train Roll on train Wooaahh... Ride on train Tuesday |
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| 14. |
| 4:59 |
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Well have you ever lived down in the ghetto?
Have you ever felt that cold wind blow? Well if you don't know what I mean Won't you stand up and scream? 'cause there's things goin' on that you don't know Too many lives they spent across the ocean Too much money they spent upon the moon Well until they make it right I hope they never sleep at night They better make some changes and do it soon Do it now Do it good Well they're gonna ruin the air that we breathe Lord have mercy They're gonna ruin us all by and by I'm telling all you beware I don't think they really care Think they just sit up there And just get high Well have you ever lived down in the ghetto? Have you ever felt that cold wind blow? Well if you don't know what I mean Won't you stand up and scream? 'cause there's things goin' on that you don't know Well if you don't know what I mean Won't you stand up and scream? 'cause there's things goin' on that you don't know Tell it Tell it, tell it. |
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| 15. |
| 9:12 |
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If I leave here tomorrow
Would you still remember me? For I must be travelling on now There's just too many places I've got to see 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, oh, oh, oh, oh And this bird you cannot change And this bird you cannot change Lord knows I can't change Bye bye, baby, it's been a sweet love yeah, yeah And 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, oh, oh, oh, oh And this bird you cannot change And this bird you cannot change Lord knows I can't change Lord, help me, I can't change Lord, I can't change Won't you fly high free bird? Yeah |
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| 1. |
| 4:45 |
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Turn it up
Big wheels keep on turnin' Carry me home to see my kin Singin' songs about the southland I miss ol' Bamee once again And I think it's a sin, yes Well, I heard Mister Young sing about her Well, I heard ol' 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 comin' home to you In Birmingham, they love the governor (Boo, boo, boo) 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 comin' 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 (Yes, they do) Lord, they get me off so much They pick me up when I'm feelin' blue Now how 'bout you? Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Sweet home Alabama Lord, I'm comin' home to you Sweet home Alabama (Oh, sweet home) Where the skies are so blue (And the governor's true) Sweet home Alabama (Lordy) Lord, I'm comin' home to you Yeah, yeah My, Montgomery's got the answer |
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| 5:10 |
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Like a resstless leaf,
in the autumn breeze, once i was a tumbleweed, like a rolling stone cold all alone, living for the day my dream would come, never cared for school, or any golden rules, papa used to all ways say I was a useless fool, so I left my home to show him they was wrong, and headed out on the road singing my song, Then one sunny day, the man he looked my way, and everything I dreamed of it was real, money, girls and cars, and big long cigars and i caught the first plane home so papa could see... When I went home to show him they was wrong, All that i found was two tombstones, somebody tell me please was i right or wrong, Woa it's such a sad song first i got lost then i got found, but the ones that i love were in the ground, papa i only wish you could see me now, Take a listen papa.... oooh I learned how to play my guitar, gunna be a superstar *Instrumental* ...play one for mama now *Instrumental* (female backups) First I got lost, then I got found, The ones that I loved were in the ground, Won't you tell me please was I right or wrong? If there is any way, you can hear what i say, papa I never meant to do ya no wrong, All the money, girls, and cars, and all the world's big long cigars, papa I just want you to know they couldn't take your place..... when I went home to show them they was wrong, all that i found was a two tombstones, sombody tell me please was i right or wrong, Lord it's such a sad song first I got lost, then I got found, the ones that i loved were in the ground, somebody tell me please was i right or wrong, |
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| 4:47 |
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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 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 Want you to sign your contract Want you to sign today Gonna give you lots of money Workin' For MCA Slickers 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 Every penny that I make, I've gotta see where my money goes Want you to sign your contract Want you to sign today Gonna give you lots of money Workin' For MCA |
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| 3:25 |
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Well every time that I come home nobody wants to let me be
Seems that all the friends I got just got to come interrogate me Well I appreciate your feelings and I don't want to pass you by But I don't ask you about your business don't ask me about mine Well it's true I love the money And I love my brand new car I like drinking the best of whiskey Playin in a honkey tonk bar When I come off the road Well I just gotta have my time Cause I got to find a break in this action Or else I'm gonna loose my mind So don't ask me no questions And I won't tell you no lies And don't ask me about my business And I won't tell you good-bye (that's right) Well what's your favorite color And do you dig the brothers It's driving me up the wall And every time I think I can sleep Some fool has got to call Well don't you think that when I come home I just want a little piece of mind And if you wanna talk about this business Buddy you just wasting time So don't ask me no questions And I won't tell you no lies So don't ask me about my business And I won't tell you good-bye I said don't ask no stupid questions And I won't send you away If you want to talk fishin' I guess that would be okay (whoo) |
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| 5. |
| 3:32 |
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Going down to the swamp
Gonna watch me a hound dog catch a 'coon Well, I'm going down to the swamp Gonna watch me a hound dog catch a 'coon You know the hounddog make-a music On a summer night under a full moon Lord, fetch my cane pole mama Gonna catch a brim or maybe two Lord, fetch my cane pole mama Gonna catch a brim or maybe two And when the hound dog start barkin' Sounds like ol' son house singin' the blues Hound dog sing that Swamp, swamp, swamp, swamp music Swamp, swamp, swamp, swamp music When the hound dog starts singin' I ain't got them big ol' city blues Well, hey pretty mama Lord, just take that city hike Said go ahead pretty mama Lord, just take your city hike Well, I'd rather live with the hound dogs For the rest of my natural born life Hound dog sing that Swamp, swamp, swamp, swamp music Swamp, swamp, swamp, swamp music When the hound dog starts singin' I ain't got them big ol' city blues Singing that Swamp, swamp, swamp, swamp music Swamp, swamp, swamp, swamp music Well, I'd rather live with the hounddogs For the rest of my natural born life Well, I'd wanna live with the hound dogs For the rest of my natural born life |
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| 6. |
| 4:51 |
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(Allen Collins - Ronnie VanZant)
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 knees I'd give old Curt my money, he'd play all day for me Play me a song Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew I got your drinking money, tune up your dobro People said he was useless, them people are the fools 'Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues He looked to be sixty, and maybe I was ten Mama used to whip me but I'd go see him again I'd clap my hands, stomp my feets, try to stay in time He'd play me a song or two then take another drink of wine. Play me a song Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew I got your drinking money, tune up your dobro People said he was useless, them people are the fools 'Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues Yes sir On the day old Curtis died, nobody came to pray Ol' preacher said some words, and they chunked him in the glade But he lived a lifetime playin' the black man's blues And on the day he lost his life, that's all he had to lose Play me a song Curtis Loew, Hey Curtis Loew I wish that you was here so everyone would know People said he was useless, them people all are fools 'Cause Curtis you're the finest picker to ever play the blues |
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| 3:54 |
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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' 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 inside Got to get better, lord before I die Seven doctors couldn't help my head, they said You better quit, son before your dead Quit the needle. Quit the spoon Quit the trip to the moon We gonna take you away. Lord, we gonna take you away It was the needle and the spoon Shit! 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 Don't mess with the needle or a spoon Or any trip to the moon It'll take you away Lord, they're gonna bury you boy Don't mess with the needle Now I know, I know, I know |
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| 5:07 |
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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 it's 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 mister breeze |
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| 9. |
| 5:10 |
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Two feets they come a creepin
like a black cat do and two bodies are layin' naked. Creeper think he got nothin' to lose. So he creeps into this house, yeah and unlocks the door and as a man's reaching for his trousers shoots him full of thirty-eight holes. It's the Saturday night special got a barrel that's blue and cold ain't good for nothin but put a man six feet in a hole Big Jim's been drinkin' whiskey and playin' poker on a losin' night and pretty soon ol' Jim starts a thinkin somebody been cheatin' and lyin'. So big Jim commence to fightin', I wouldn't tell you no lie. Big Jim done pulled his pistol, shot his friend right between the eyes. It's the Saturday night special got a barrel that's blue and cold ain't good for nothin but put a man six feet in a hole Hand guns are made for killin', they ain't no good for nothin' else. And if you like to drink your whiskey you might even shoot yourself. So why don't we dump 'em people to the bottom of the sea before some ol' fool come around here, wanna shoot either you or me. It's the Saturday night special got a barrel that's blue and cold ain't good for nothin but put a man six feet in a hole It's the saturday night special and I'd like to tell you what you could do with it too and that's the end of the song |
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| 10. |
| 4:40 |
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(Ronnie VanZant)
"Well when I was a young-un they used to teach me to play music like this here..." When I look in your face baby When I look in your eyes I can tell pretty mama I been wastin' time 'Cause you don't really love me You just love me for what I am But you best treat me right, woman Gonna lose your money man Well when I first met you baby, you was a red light girl But I tried to take you to better world But you would not listen Still you think I am a fool Well you had it made in the shade, baby Don't let that tree fall down on you Well I work the railroad each and every day Well I work real hard tryin' to make my pay Lord I never tell you what you supposed to say Girl you had it made in the shade Don't let that tree fall down on you |
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| 4:34 |
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(allen collins - ronnie vanzant)
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 Am I losin' won't you tell me how I've sinned Why am I losin one of my bets friends And I recall this friend of mine I knew so well It goes to show lord you just can't tell Now my friend won't talk to me let me tell you why He thinks I 've changed because of a dollar sign (chorus) And it's so strange when you get just a little money Your so called friends want to act just a little funny They'll blame you But I'm not the one that's here to blame Its you my friend that's really changed Its a shame, such a shame Am I losin' once again Why these things happen, lord I don't understand But lord it can sure hurt a man Why my friend won't take me as I am 'cause your friend lord is the most important thing (chorus) |
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| 12. |
| 5:28 |
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(Allen Collins - Ronnie VanZant)
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) I know who you are baby I know what they call you girl Never put you down baby I'm just like you baby, I'm on the hunt I know lady People gonna talk about you and me Let me say one thing mama, sugar I do as I please And if you wanna love me baby, I'm your man And all those high-falutin' society people I don't care if they don't undertand (Chorus) My daddy told me a long time ago Said there's two things son Two things you should know And in these two things you must take pride That's a horse and woman, yeah Well both of them you ride |
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| 4:08 |
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(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 Well I wrote you a letter, must have read it wrong Stood at the doorway and baby you was gone Took a lot of courage To let the telephone ring I got the same old blues, same old blues again Well you gave me the business, though I didn't mind 'Cause I got a lot of patience, Lord got a lot of time Its the same old story Tell me where will it end I got the same old blues, same old blues again Here come my blues Gonna find me a mountain and gonna hide out Ain't talkin' to you babe, Lord I ain't comin' back Well I heard that rumor, tell where will it end I got the same old blues, same old blues again 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 this end Yes I heard the news its the same old blues again I got the same old blues, same old blues again I got the blues... same old blues |
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| 14. |
| 3:04 |
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(Allen Collins -- Ronnie VanZant)
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) |
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| 2:50 |
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(Allen Collins -- Gary Rossington -- Ronnie VanZant)
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 Every woman that I met I left satisfied I made lots of money, just how much I don't know But most of the money I done stuck up my nose I said roll gypsy roll Lord just pick up your bags and go Gypsy's life's a story and its one that's never told He's always hungry, he's always on the go With no tomorrow, its how it seems to be When you're moving around from town to town Made lots of money just how much I don't know But most of the money I done stuck up my nose And maybe that's the reason I don't know where I'm going I don't know |
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| 16. |
| 4:21 |
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Well this life that I live
has took me everywhere There ain't no place I ain't never gone Well it's kind of like the sayin that you heard so many times "Well there just ain't no place like home". Did you ever see a She-Gator protect her youngin? Or fish in a river swimmin' free? Did you ever see the beauty of the hills of Carolina? Or the sweetness of the grass in Tennessee? And Lord I can't make any changes All I can do is write em in a song Cuz when I can seen the concrete a slowly creeping Lord take me and mine before that comes Do ya like to see a mountain stream a flowin? Do ya like to see a youngin with his dog? Did ya ever stop and think about well, the air your breathing? Well ya better listen to my song And Lord I can't make any changes All I can do is write em in a song Cuz when I can see the concrete a slowly creeping Lord take me and mine before that comes I'm not tryin to put down no big city But the things they write about us is just a bore You can take a boy out of ole' Dixieland Lord, but you'll never take ole' Dixie from a boy And Lord I can't make any changes All I can do is write em in a song Cuz when I can see the concrete a slowly creeping Lord take me and mine before that comes Cuz I can see the concrete a slowly creeping Lord take me and mine before that comes... |
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| 4:15 |
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(Ronnie VanZant -- Jeff Carlisi)
Well them four walls of Raiford, closing 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 Everytime I thought about it, well I died some more inside And I had stripes on my back, 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" Oh Lord please forgive me for I could not wait parole And I comin' home to see you Jesus Well it feels so close this time Please take mercy on a soldier From the Florida-Georgia line When they find me they must kill me Oh Jesus save my soul I can't go back down to Raiford I can't take that anymore Well these last few years behind me Oh Lord, have been so sad I fought proudly for my country when the times were bad Now they say I'm guilty, when they find me I must die Only me and Jesus know that I never stole a dime Well when Vietnam was over there was no work here for me I had a pretty wife awaitin and two kids I had to feed Well I'm one of America's heroes and when they shoot me down Won't you fly old Glory proudly, put my medals in the ground And I comin' home to see you Jesus Well it feels so close this time Please take mercy on a soldier From the Florida-Georgia line When they find me they must kill me Oh Jesus save my soul I can't go back down to Raiford I can't take that anymore |
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| 3:37 |
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Life is so strange with it's changing yes indeed
Well I've seen hard times and the pressure's been on me But I keep on working like a working man do And I got my act together I'm gonna walk all over you Gimme back my bullets, put 'em back where they belong Ain't fooling around 'cause I've done had my fun Ain't gonna see no more damage done, gimme back my bullets Sweet talking people done ran me out of town And I drank enough whiskey to float a battleship around But I'm leaving this game one step ahead of you And you will not hear me cry because I do not sing the blues Gimme back my bullets, put 'em back where they belong Ain't fooling around 'cause I've done had my fun Ain't gonna see no more damage done, gimme back,gimme back my bullets Oh put 'em back........where they belong Been up and down since I turned seventeen Well I've been on top then it seems I lost my dream But I've got it back I'm feeling better every day Tell all those pencil pushers they better get out of my way Gimme back my bullets, put 'em back where they belong Ain't fooling around 'cause I've done had my fun Ain't gonna see no more damage done, gimme back,gimme back my bullets Ooh put back where they belong Gimme back my bullets |
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| 2. |
| 4:01 |
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(Allen Collins - Ronnie VanZant)
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 You're just trying to walk son before you can crawl You got stacks of money to sky up above Now all you need is to find you a love He sent me searchin' to find my love He sent me searchin' to the Lord up above He sent me searchin' just to find the mornin' dove And she'll tell you where to find your love Oh mr wiseman I need to find my love You can have anything in this god's world But you won't be happy son 'til you find a girl Now you can be happy boy if you try Find a woman boy, you'll be satisfied He sent me searchin' to find my love He sent me searchin' , I said Lord up above He sent me searchin' just to find the mornin' dove And she'll tell you where to find your love He sent me searchin' to find my love He sent me searchin' , I said Lord up above He sent me searchin' just to find the mornin' dove And she'll tell you where to find your love Oh Lord, he sent me searchin' |
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| 3. |
| 6:49 |
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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'll help you some sunny day (Oh yeah) Oh take your time Don't live too fast Troubles will come And they will pass Go find a woman And you'll find love And don't forget son, there is someone up above And be a simple kind of man Oh be somethin' you love and understand Baby be a simple kind of man Oh won't you do this for me son, if you can? Forget your lust For the rich man's gold All that you need Is in your soul And you can do this If you try All that I want for you my son, is to be satisfied And be a simple kind of man Oh be somethin' you love and understand Baby be a simple kind of man Oh won't you do this for me son, if you can? (Oh yes I will) Boy don't you worry You'll find yourself Follow your heart And nothing else And you can do this, oh babe, if you try All that I want for you my son, is to be satisfied And be a simple kind of man Oh be somethin' you love and understand Baby be a simple kind of man Oh won't you do this for me son, if you can? Baby be a simple, be a simple man Oh be somethin' you love and understand... |
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| 4:17 |
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I went down to the crossroads
Fell down on my knees Down to the crossroads Fell down on my knees I said I'm beggin' for mercy won't you take me If you please I went down to the crossroads Tried to beg a ride I went down to the crossroads Tried to beg a ride Nobody seemed to know me Everybody passed me by Take a ride Going down toward Rosedale Took Loretta by my side Going down to Rosedale Took Loretta by my side Can still buy a house there On the riverside One more time You can run, you can run Tell all my friends I'll be by You can run, you can run Tell my friends I'll be by And I'll be stayin' in the crossroads I believe I'm sinkin' down |
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| 8:44 |
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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 I'm gonna buy myself a shotgun, one with a long shiny barrel I'm gonna buy myself a shotgun, one with a long shiny barrel I'm gonna shoot me a rounder oh that stole away my gal I'd rather drink your muddy water, sleep down in a hollow log I'd rather drink your muddy water, sleep down in a hollow log Than to be in Atlanta, Georgia, treat me like a dirty dog (I don't have to go for that) 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 'Cause I've had more pretty women than a passenger train could haul And that ain't all I'd rather drink your muddy water, sleep down in a hollow log I'd rather drink your muddy water, sleep down in a hollow log Than to be in Atlanta, Georgia, treated like a dirty dog Oh 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 Give me a T for Texas, give me that T for Tennessee Give me a T for Thelma, woman made a fool out of me One more time Give me a T for Thelma, oh that woman made a fool... I said said oh, that woman made a fool Out of me, yeah |
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| 4:18 |
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I'm headed down a highway, got my 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. Well, I'm a whiskey rock-a-roller, that's what I am. Women, whiskey and miles of travelin is all I understand. Yes, I was born a travelin' man and my feet still burn the ground. I don't care for fancy music if your shoes can't shuffle around. I got a hundred women or more and there's no place I call home. The only time I'm satisfied is when I'm on the road, Lord. Well, I'm a whiskey rock-a-roller, that's what I am. Women, whiskey and miles of travelin' is all I understand. Sometimes I wonder where will we go. Lord, don't you take my whiskey and rock'n'roll. Take me down to Memphis town, bus driver, get me there. I got me a queenie, she got long brown curly hair. She likes to drink Old Granddad and her shoes do shuffle around and every time I see that gal, Lord, she wants to take me down. Well, I'm a whiskey rock-a-roller, that's what I am. Women, whiskey and miles of travelin' is all I understand. Sometimes I wonder where will we go. Lord, don't you take my whiskey and rock'n'roll. |
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| 4:39 |
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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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| 3:37 |
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Well, its eight 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) Nine 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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| 9. |
| 3:14 |
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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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| 3:32 |
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Well, its eight 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) Nine 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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| 5:20 |
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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 how 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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| 3:27 |
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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 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 gets the blues They can't dig what they can't use If they stick to themself they'd be much less abused Say I know a little Lord, I do 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 Play me a little Whoa, yeah Yeah Well, now 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 Say I know a little Lord, 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, I know a little 'bout love Baby I want your best |
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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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| 14. |
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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 Ooh, that smell Can't you smell that smell? Ooh, that smell The smell of death surrounds you Angel of darkness is upon you Stuck a needle in your arm (You fool, you) So take another toke, have a blow for your nose, One more drink fool, would drown you (Hell, yeah) Ooh, that smell Can't you smell that smell? Ooh, 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 alright come tomorrow But tomorrow might not be here for you (Yeah, you) Ooh, that smell Can't you smell that smell? Ooh, that smell The smell of death surrounds you Aw, you fool, you. 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 (Hell, yeah) Ooh, that smell Can't you smell that smell? Ooh, that smell The smell of death surrounds you Ooh, that smell Can't you smell that smell? Ooh, that smell The smell of death surrounds you Oh, you fool, you Don't stick those needles in your arm. You're just a fool, just a fool, just a fool. |
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| 3:48 |
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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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