Endangered Species lyrics

(Ronnie Van Zant - Gary Rossington)
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

(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

(Gary Rossington - Dale Krantz Rossington - Johnny Van Zant)
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

My poor broke mama told me
When I was twelve years old
You eat and talk much too fast
There's one thing you should know
Take your time my sweet baby
Take your time my blue eyed son
Well you may never have his money
But you won't miss no rich man's fun
I can never give you money honey
I can never buy you clothes
But the way them women been lookin' at you
Someday you should have both

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

(Ed King - Ronnie Van Zant - 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

(Allen Collins, Ronnie Van Zant)
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

(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

(Gary Rossington - Johnny Van Zant)
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

(Allen Collins, Ronnie Van Zant)
Thirty days, Lord, and thirty nights
I'm coming home on an airplane flight
Mama waiting 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 feeling so sick inside
Got to get better, Lord, before I die
Some doctors couldn't help my head, they said

(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

(Gary Rossington, JohnnyVan-Zant, Robert Johnson, Michael Lunn)

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

(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

(Ed King - Ronnie VanZant)

Well, Billy Joe told me ,well everything's lookin' fine
He got the place all secure, got the icebox full of wine
He said, now hurry on all and don't be late
I got three lovely ladies who just won't wait
We'll do some down south jukin', lookin' for some peace of mind

Now put your Sunday pants, lets get out on the road