Lynyrd Skynyrd 1991 lyrics

(E. King, J. Van Zant, Gary Rossington, T. Cerney)
I was sittin' at home all alone when I heard that telephone ring
And there on the line was a friend of mine sayin' he wasn't doin' a thing
So I'm steppin' out on the town tonight to party where the drinks are free
There's a sweet young thing ready and waitin' on me
[Chorus:]
Young and fine, strike you blind

(G. Rossington, E. King, J. Van Zant, D. Tate)
Are you a saint then don't be a stranger
Were you sent down from Heaven to show me the way
And if you ain't then I see a danger
You better take a minute and hear what I've got to say
[Chorus:]
'Cause I'll keep on tryin' to put it straight to you
You better give it straight to me
'Cause most women seem to have a good time
Makin' a fool out of me

(G.& D. Rossington, J. Van Zant, E. King)
I'm the kind of man that loves all the girls
From debutantes to honky-tonk queens
I've tasted every brand all around the world
But all I see are peaches in my dreams
I'm talkin' 'bout, I'm talkin' 'bout them southern women
It's a well known fact across the Dixie line
And if a man don't agree I can tell you he's blind

(J. Van Zant, E. King, R. Johnson, M. Lunn)
I used to live in a poor neighborhood
My friends and me we always had a time
Never had no money but we had it so good
Those days are gone and I wanna go back
So pure so simple
Never thought about it when you're young you don't care
You don't realize it 'till it's all behind
Take it for granted just not well
[Chorus:]
Oh-oh It was pure and simple

(G. Rossington, J. Van Zant, K. Custer, R. Johnson, M. Lunn)
You got to lock your doors, keep the world out
We're closin' ourselves in
If you watch the news it'll scare you to death
To Hell and back again
The only justice here's at the wrong end of a gun
Got the criminal makin' the laws got the good men on the run
I've seen enough
We don't own anything we've got we've givin' it all away

(G. Rossington, J. & D. Van Zant)
My baby came home late last night
I said girl I gotta talk to you
I've been drinkin' with the man next door
He said he's been singin' with you
Whoever's tellin' lies it's time to say bye-bye
You know my mama didn't raise no fool
[Chorus:]
You're gonna walk out that door you'll never see me anymore
Tell you what I'm gonna do
I'm gonna love ya' just one more time

(E. King, J. Van Zant)
This song goes out to all the money men
He drives around in a fancy car
Smokes those long cuban cigars
He don't know how to play guitar
He can't sing but still the pretty girls think he's a star
We play music got families to feed
Ain't good with numbers and he knows we can't read
If we get a dollar you know he gets three
It ain't hard to figure out it's as simple as can be

(R. Hall, E. King, G. Rossington)
I snuck around the corner he had this guy down
I through the first punch that's when he hit the ground
To survive in the street you gotta win the first round
'Cause if you want eat you gotta be the baddest one around
I'm a backstreet crawler
Daddy paid for college I earned a degree
Got a job up on Wall Street
Where I learned to make the little man bleed

(G. Rossington, J.& D. Van Zant, E. King)
There's a rumour goin' 'round on the backside of town
Jake is out to get some revenge
Has fire in his eyes since his brother died
Shot down by a so-called friend
For a fifty dollar gram is what the neighbors say
Drugs had control of his life
Caught up on crack you're tryin' to think back
The devil had him hooked you could see it in his eyes
It's a killer

(E. King, J.& D. Van Zant, Gary Rossington)
She'd wake us up early every mornin'
She'd help us say our prayers every night
She was always there to help us through the hard times
We could count on her to make everything alright
I remember swingin' on the front porch
Papa said there's somethin' I need to say tonight
Mama's been sick for a long time

(T. Cerney, E. King, G. Rossington, J. Van Zant)
It was a late night show in Georgia
We were on the 'ol highway
We know we've lost some friends
And family on the way
But you know we all feel better
And it makes it worth our time
To know our bus is rollin' towards
That Mason-Dixon line
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Oh we can't seem to find the end of the road
Roots never grow on the seeds that we sow