(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

Woman, I have to leave you
I can't stay where there is no pay
And I really don't care where I'm going to
Its been so long since I've been gone
Lord, I'm tired and I want to go home
My throat is raw from singing the blues
Need all my friends to talk to
Now yes I do need all my friends to talk to
Gonna search around til I find a friend
Who believes in me for what I am
Sing my song til it hurts

(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

(Gary Rossington - Ronnie Van Zant)
Like a restless leaf in the autumn breeze
Once I was a tumblin' weed
Like a rollin' stone, cold and all alone
Living for the day my train would come
I never cared for school or any golden rules
Papa used to always say I was a useless fool
So I left my home to show them thay was wrong
And headed out on the road singing my song

(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

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 leaving my woman at home.
Tuesday's gone with the wind.
My baby's gone with the wind.

And I don't know where I'm going.
I just want to be left alone.
Well, when this train ends I'll try again,
But I'm leaving my woman at home.

(chorus)
Tuesday's gone with the wind.

I was cutting the rug
Down at a place called The Jug
With a girl named Linda Lu
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,
Watcha 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.

Seven years of hardluck are comin down on me
From the Florida border yeah up to Nashville Tennessee
I worked in every joint you could name mister every honkytonk
along come mister yankee slicker and said maybe you 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 just sow to the wind

(Allen Collins - Ronnie Van Zant)
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

(Allen Collins, Ronnie Van Zant)
Well, I used to wake the mornin'
Before the rooster crowed
Searchin' 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

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

I was a-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
What you tryin' to prove
'Cause that's a-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

(Ed King - Ronnie VanZant - Billy Powell)

I'm headed down a highway got a suitcase by my side
Blue skies hangin' over my head I got 500 miles to ride
I'm goin' down to Memphis town to play a latenight show
I hope the people are ready there 'cause the boys are all ready to go

(Chorus)
Well, I'm a whiskey rock-a-roller
That's what I am
Women, whiskey and miles of travellin'

move with the Maestro
you feelin high so
ascend the blend the presendo is nice yo
so nice that you wanna sweat when I start to wreck
symphony in effect was just a mic check
you fell for the bait and got decapitated
destiny inflated
evaporated
gone like a doo drop

(Gary Rossington - Ronnie Van Zant)
Well, its 8 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

(Allen Collins - Ronnie Van Zant)
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
Ooooh that smell
Can't you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Angel of darkness is upon you
Stuck a needle in your arm
So take another toke, have a blow for your nose

(Steve Gaines)
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
[Chorus:]
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

(Steve Gaines - Ronnie Van Zant)
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

(Allen Collins - Ronnie Van Zant)
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

(Ed King - Ronnie Van Zant)
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 bream or maybe two
Lord, fetch my cane pole mama
Gonna catch a bream or maybe two

(Allen Collins - Ronnie Van Zant)
Life is so strange when its changin', yes indeed
Well I've seen the hard times and the pressure's been on me
But I keep on workin' like the workin' man do
And I've got my act together, gonna walk all over you
Gimme back my bullets
Put 'em back where they belong
Ain't foolin' around 'cause I done had my fun
Ain't gonna see no more damage done
Gimme back my bullets

(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

(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

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

(Johnny Van Zant - Robert White Johnson - Donnie Van Zant - Pat Buchanan)
Alarm clock rings about a quarter after five
I've been up all night
Raisin' hell with some friends of mine
I take one good look in the mirror
But only one things gettin' clearer
The way I live, I'm lucky to be alive
There I go lying to myself
Said I wasn't gonna do it
Next thing you know, here I go again

(Gary Rossington - Johnny Van Zant - Hughie Thomasson - Rickey Medlocke - Mike Estes)
This is a story 'bout livin'
A tale of a long hard road
Ain't a whole lot of misgivin's
Of the things that I thought I sowed
My daddy was a real hard worker
He said son there will come a day
Talk ain't always cheap
And here's what daddy had to say
With these hands I've made my livin'

(Gary Rossington - Johnny Van Zant - Rickey Medlocke - Hughie Thomasson)
Up every mornin' before the sun
Takin' my lovin' on the run
Breakin' my back till the day is done
I'm gonna punch that time clock and have some fun
Ain't no easy way to get myself out
So-i keep on workin'
like a workin' man do
I gotta buy my baby shoes
I keep on workin'
It's the only thing to do

Oooohhh...
Mmmmmm Yeah...
We just landed, we just touched down
It just hit home yeah, that a good man is gone
Hey Cat in the Hat, we're all gonna miss you
And all your practical jokes yeah, and taking three steps with you
We never say goodbye we always say so long
You had nine lives I can't believe they're all gone
The Mad Hatter's movin' on
Yeah he's movin' on