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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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(M. Boren Axton - Tommy Burden - Elvis Presley)
Since my baby left me, I found a new place to dwell
Down at the end of lonely street at Heartbreak Hotel
I get so lonely baby
I get so lonely, I get so lonely I could die
Though the place is crowded, you still can find some room
Where those broken hearted lovers cry away their blues
I get so lonely baby
I get so lonely, I get so lonely I could die
I get so lonely
I get so lonely, I get so lonely I could die
I get so lonely
I get so lonely, I get so lonely
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(Gary Rossington - Dale Krantz Rossington - Johnny VanZant)
Well, there's a devil in the bottle, staring straight at me
Daring me to reach out, but I know he's testing me
If I take just one sip, I become that devil's son
Act a fool, sell my soul before God and everyone
Oh Lord, I know, I only hurt the ones I love
I'm walkin' down this dead end road, all alone and by myself
Wish I could blame the whiskey, but I can only blame myself
Running out of chances, and Lord that's such a crime
I got to find the answer before I lose my mind
Oh Lord its a cryin shame, oh Lord I've caused so much pain
I only hurt the ones I love
There's a devil in a bottle that just won't let me be
So many times I've been hurtin' my soul and family
But I got free on the day I fought the
Devil in the bottle
The next time that ol' devil tries to get the best of me
I'll smash that bottle against the wall and know I'm finally free
There's a devil in a bottle that just won't let me be
There's so many times I let him hurt me
I got free the day I fought the
Devil in the bottle
Devil in the bottle
Devil in the bottle
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Have you ever lived down in the ghetto?
Have you ever felt the cold wind blow?
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've spent across the ocean.
Too much money been 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.
They're goin ruin the air we breathe
Lord have mercy.
They're gonna ruin us all, by and by.
I'm telling you all beware
I don't think they really care
I think they just sit up there
And just get high
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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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Turn It Up
Big wheels keep on turning
Carry me home to see my kin
Singing songs about the Southland
I miss Alabamee once again
And I think its 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 coming home to you
In Birmingham they love the governor, ooo ooo ooo
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
(yes they do)
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
Where the skies are so blue
And the governor's true
Sweet Home Alabama
Lordy
Lord, I'm coming home to you
Yeah, yeah
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Now I'll tell you plainly, baby, what a plan to do.
Say, I may be crazy, woman, but I ain't no fool.
Your daddy's rich, mama, and you're overdue
but I ain't the one, baby, been messin' with you.
Got bells in your mind, lady, and it's easy to see.
I think it's time for me to move along, I do believe.
Or are you tryin' to put a hook on me, oh no?
Now you're talkin' jive, woman, when you say to me
that your daddy's gonna take us in, mama, 'n take care of me.
You know and I know, woman, I ain't the one.
I never hurt you, sweetheart, said, I never pulled my gun.
Got bells in your mind, mama, and it's easy to see.
I think it's time for me to move along, I do believe.
Time for me to put my boots out in the street..
Now you're talkin' jive, woman, when you say to me
that your daddy's gonna take us in, mama, 'n take care of me.
You know and I know, woman, I ain't the one.
I never hurt you, sweetheart, said, I never pulled my gun.
Got bells in your mind, mama, and it's easy to see.
I think it's time for me to move along, I do believe.
Oh, I must be in the middle of some kinda conspiracy
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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 its 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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Gary Rossington - Johnny VanZant)
These ol' white lines on the highway
Lord its all I know
Seems like I've been out all my life
But I just can't let it go
Oh you know I ain't complainin'
Cause I can tell, Lord its just your plan
So I thank you for what I have
And that's a song
All I have is a song
I keep thinkin' about the friends I've had
And all the meories we've shared
They keep comin' back, time and time again
Sometimes I wonder was it worth the cost
And all I've lost
Oh you know I ain't complainin'
Cause I can tell, Lord its just your plan
So I thank you for what I have
And that's a song
All I have is a song
So I play this song one more time, 'cause Lord its all I know
I'll be standin' at your door following along
'Cause all I have is a song
And this song will live on
All I have is a song
A piece of me to live on
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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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(Ed King -Mike Estes)
I ain't the son of the seventh son, black cats won't cross my path
Good luck comes I just watch it run and it sure does run out fast
I wasn't born under no bad sign, but it was Friday the 13th
East, west, no, yes
Hot, cold, tell you this
Ain't nothin' in between
Its either good luck -- I'm the last to get it
Bad luck -- I'm the first
When its good, ain't nothin' better
When its bad, ain't nothin' worse
Well life can be a little hard sometimes, you do what you gotta do
A lot depends on the luck a man has and the cards that's been dealt to you
I'd fold this hand if I could or at least take a card or two
I been around
Had my ups and downs
Tell me does it sound little like you
Good luck -- I'm the last to get it
Bad luck -- I'm the first
When its good, ain't nothin' better
When its bad, ain't nothin' worse
Its either good luck -- I'm the last to get it
Bad luck -- I'm the first
When its good, ain't nothin' better
When its bad, ain't nothin' worse
Its either good luck -- I'm the last to get it
Bad luck -- I'm the first
When its good, ain't nothin' better
When its bad, ain't nothin' worse
Good luck, bad luck
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There's a grey horse standin' still
As a soldier climbs in the saddle for one last ride
As the rain pours off his hat
You can see the shadows of the past written in his eyes
Now the cannons are silent
His friends are all gone
Gotta put it all behind him
If he ever wants to find his way home
He's the last rebel on the road
Just a boy with his old guitar
Keeps to himself
but everybody takes him wrong
But he carries on
Got a dream that will never die
Can't change him, no use in stayin' where you don't belong
Now he's rollin' down the highway
Gone too far too fast
No one will ever find him
he'll never look back
(chorus)
'Cause he's the last rebel
And he's all alone
He's the last rebel
His friends are all gone
He's the last rebel
The last rebel on the road
There'll never be another like him
He's the last of a dying breed
Ain't no use in tryin' to tame him
'Cause he's the last rebel
And he's all alone
He's the last rebel
His friends are all gone
He's the last rebel
gotta carry on
He's the last rebel
The last rebel on the road
He's the last rebel
He's the last rebel
He's the last rebel
He's the last rebel
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(Gary Rossington - Ed King - Johnny Van Zant - Mike Estes)
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
I guess I know just how it feels to have something on your mind
So all I want is to go back home and fish in a mountain stream
This ol' life I'm living Lord, you know it ain't for me
They say the sun it shines out here, but all I see is rain
Got them hillbilly blues
Got them hillbilly blues
All I want is to go back home and fish in a mountain stream
This ol' life I'm living Lord, you know it ain't for me
They say the sun it shines out here, but all I see is rain
Got them hillbilly blues
Hillbilly blues
Hillbilly blues
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