Tuesday's Gone (Lynyrd Skynyrd)

TUESDAY’S GONE

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.

Tuesday’s gone with the wind.

Oh, my baby’s gone with the wind.

And I just 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.

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, yeh.

Tuesday, you see, she had to be free.

Lord, but somehow I’ve got to carry on.

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 ‘cause my baby’s gone..

I’m riding my blues away, baby

turn around my blues

ride on, train, ride on, train

ridin’ my blues, babe

come back to me, babe

come back to me

oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh train.

That Smell (Lynyrd Skynyrd)

THAT SMELL

Whiskey bottle and brand new cars,

oak tree, you’re in my way.

There’s too much Coke and too much smoke.

Look what’s goin’ on inside you.

Oo-oo that smell,

can’t you smell that smell?

Oo-oo that smell,

the smell of death’s around 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.

Oo-oo that smell,

can’t you smell that smell?

Oo-oo that smell,

the smell of death’s around 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.

Oo-oo that smell,

can’t you smell that smell?

Oo-oo that smell,

the smell of death’s around you.

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.

Oo-oo that smell,

can’t you smell that smell?

Oo-oo that smell,

the smell of death’s around you.

Oo-oo that smell,

can’t you smell that smell?

Oo-oo that smell,

the smell of death’s around you.

Simple Man (Lynyrd Skynyrd)

SIMPLE MAN

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.’

‘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 something 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 something you love and understand.

Baby, be a simple kind of man.

Oh, won’t you do this for me, son, if you can.’

‘Boy, don’t you worry, you’ll find yourself.

Follow your heart and nothing else.

And you can do this, oh baby, if you try.

All that I want for you, my son, is to be satisfied.’

‘And be a simple kind of man,

oh, be something you love and understand.

Baby, be a simple kind of man.

Oh, won’t you do this for me, son, if you can.’

- Gary Rossington & Ronnie VanZant

Saturday Night Special (Lynyrd Skynyrd)

SATURDAY NIGHT SPECIAL

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

you got a barrel that’s blue and cold

you 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

and that’s the end of the song

Gimme Three Steps (Lynyrd Skynyrd)

 

GIMME THREE STEPS

I was cutting the rug down at 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 said, ‘Excuse me.’

I was scared and fearing for my life,

I was shaking like a leaf on a tree

‘cause he was lean, mean, big and bad, Lord,

pointin’ that gun on 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’d let me

ask one favor from you.’

‘Say, won’t you

gimme three steps, gimme three steps, oh mister,

gimme three steps toward the door?

Gimme three steps, gimme three steps, oh mister,

and you’ll never see me no more.’

Well the crowd cleared away and I began to pray

and the water fell on the floor.

And I’m telling you, son, it ain’t no fun

staring straigth down a forty-four.

Well, he turned and screamed at Linda Lou

and that’s the break I was looking for.

Well, you could hear me screaming a mile away

I was headed out toward the door.

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