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Lynyrd Skynyrd lyrics

Album: Gimme Back My Bullets [1976]

Tracks11
 01  Gimme Back My Bullets
 02  Every Mother's Son
 03  Trust
 04  I Got the Same Old Blues
 05  Double Trouble
 06  Roll Gypsy Roll
 07  Searching
 08  Cry for the Bad Man
 09  All I Can Do Is Write About It
 10 Gimme Back My Bullets (live)
 11 Cry for the Bad Man (live)
all Lynyrd Skynyrd lyrics



Gimme Back My Bullets
(allen collins -- ronnie vanzant)

Life is so strange when it's 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

(chorus)
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

Sweet talkin' people done ran me out of town
And I drank enough whiskey to float a battleship around
But I'm leavin' this game one step ahead of you
And you will not hear me cry 'cause I do not sing the blues

(chorus)
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, gimme back my bullets
Oh, put 'em back... where they belong

Been up and down since I turned seventeen
Well I've been on top, and then it seems I lost my dream
But I got it back, I'm feelin' better everyday
Tell all those pencil pushers, better get out of my way

(chorus)
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, gimme back my bullets
Oh put 'em back where they belong
Gimme back my bulletsback to top
Every Mother's Son
(allen collins -- ronnie vanzant)

Well I've been ridin' a winning horse for a long, long time
Sometimes I wonder is this the end of the line
No one should take advantage of who they are
No man has got it made
If he thinks he does, he's wrong

(chorus)
Every mother's son better hear what I say
Every mother's son will rise and fall someday

I've seen it happen so many times, so many times before
Some man got so much money he doesn't worry no more
Or he's got such a pretty woman that'll treat him fine
Well my friend has been a fool
It happens everytime

(chorus)

I'm not tryin' to preach to no one, to no one at all
I've seen so many of my good friends just rise to fall
'cause they got so much money or a woman so fine
Well my friends have all been fools, it happens every time

(chorus)

What I say
(chorus)

What I say
Oh, every mother's son will rise and fall somedayback to top
Trust
(allen collins -- gary rossington -- ronnie vanzant)

I'd like to tell y'all a story
About a friend of mine
Who liked to drink good whiskey, oh lord
And have a real good time
His woman, you know she left him
And stole that boy's brand new car
And ran out of town with a guitar picker
Said he gonna be a superstar
Sure you are

(chorus)
You can't alway trust your woman
You can't always trust your best friend
Beware of the ones that you need y'all
'cause those might be the ones that do you in

Don't talk no stuff to no slicker
Don't tell your feelings to your friend
Don't tell your woman that you love her, because
That's when your trouble begins
There are many ladies here among us
That'll stab you in the back when you ain't around
There are many, so many of your very best friends
That'll kick you in the head when you are down
Yes they will

(chorus)

Don't you backtalk the police
'cause it's his job to put you in the jail
They'll lock you up, boy and throw away the key
And your best friend won't even go your bail
There are many slickers here among us
That are all dressed up in suits and ties
But don't you show your pain, lord in front of them
'cause if you do you kiss yourself goodbye, alright

(chorus)back to top
I Got the Same Old Blues
(j.j. cale)

Have you heard that rumor that's goin' around
My baby's got a man, lord way across town
Its the same old story
Tell me where will it end
Yes I heard the news it's the same old blues again

Well I wrote you a letter, must have read it wrong
Stood at the doorway and baby you was gone
Took a lot of courage
To let the telephone ring
I got the same old blues, same old blues again

Well you gave me the business, though I didn't mind
'cause I got a lot of patience, lord got a lot of time
Its the same old story
Tell me where will it end
I got the same old blues, same old blues again
Here come my blues

Gonna find me a mountain and gonna hide out
Ain't talkin' to you babe, lord I ain't comin' back
Well I heard that rumor, tell where will it end
I got the same old blues, same old blues again

Have you heard that rumor that's goin' around
My baby's got a man, lord way across town
Its the same old story
Tell me where will this end
Yes I heard the news it's the same old blues again
I got the same old blues, same old blues again

I got the blues... same old bluesback to top
Double Trouble
(allen collins -- ronnie vanzant)

Eleven times I been busted, eleven times I been to jail
Some of the times I been there nobody could go my bail
Well it seems to me, lord that this ol' boy just don't fit
Well I can jump in a rosebush and come out smelling like sh...

Those misters dressed in blue never done so right by me
Some of the times I was innocent but the judge said guilty
I'm not one to complain now son I tell you true
When the black cat cross your trail, lord
It comes in misery times two

(chorus)
Double trouble--that's what my friends all call me
(double trouble)
I said, double trouble
T-r-o-u-b-l-e

Well I was born down in the gutter
With a temper as hot as fire
Spent ninety days on a peat farm just doin' the county's time
Well now, even mama said son you're bad news
And it won't be too long before someone puts one through you

(chorus)

(chorus)back to top
Roll Gypsy Roll
(allen collins -- gary rossington -- ronnie vanzant)

Ridin' on a greyhound, countin' those white lines
Destination I don't know and I'm feelin' like I'm dyin'
Well ten years on this road, my it's took it's toll
But the man with the plan says the band has got to go
I said roll gypsy roll
Lord just pick up your bags and go

Met many a woman on my way down the line
Every woman that I met I left satisfied
I made lots of money, just how much I don't know
But most of the money I done stuck up my nose
I said roll gypsy roll
Lord just pick up your bags and go

Gypsy's life's a story and it's one that's never told
He's always hungry, he's always on the go
With no tomorrow, it's how it seems to be
When you're moving around from town to town

Made lots of money just how much I don't know
But most of the money I done stuck up my nose
And maybe that's the reason I don't know where I'm going
I don't knowback to top
Searching
I asked the wise man on one sunny day,
can you help me to find my way?
You're so much older and wiser too,
would you help me, mister wiseman, I'm feelin' blue.

You're not doin' too bad, not bad at all.
You're just tryin' to walk, son, before you can crawl.
You've got stacks of money to the sky up above,
now all you need is to find you a love.

He sent me searchin', go to find my love.
He sent me searchin', I said, Lord up above.
He sent me searchin', he said, find the morning dove
and she'll tell you where to find your love.

Son, you can have anything in this God's world
but you won't be happy, son, till you find a girl.
Now you can be happy, boy, if you try;
find a woman, son, you'll be satified.

He sent me searchin', go to find my love.
He sent me searchin', I said, Lord up above.
He sent me searchin', he said, find the morning dove
and she'll tell you where to find your love.

He sent me searchin', go to find my love.
He sent me searchin', I said, Lord up above.
He sent me searchin', he said, find the morning dove
and she'll tell you where to find your love.

Oh, oh Lord, he sent me searchin'.

- Allen Collins & Ronnie Van Zantback to top
Cry for the Bad Man
(gary rossington -- allen collins -- ronnie vanzant)

Well he walks so tall to be so small
Never met a man who's stranger
He lives his life for a dollar sign
And to deal with him is dangerous
He knocked me down but I'm on my feet
Now I'm so much wiser
I'd rather quit and go back home
Than to deal with the money miser
Let's cry for this bad man
I sing a song for the bad man

Well, you treat me right baby, I'll treat you right
That's the way it's supposed to be
I put my faith down in my friend
And he almost put an end to me
Well I work seven days a week
Eight when I am able
When you take money from me you take food from my mama's table
Let's cry for this bad man
I wrote a song for the bad man

Oh baby you know who you are

Let's cry for this bad man
I wrote a song for the bad man way down in georgia

Well, you treat me right baby, I'll treat you right
That's the way it's supposed to be
I put my faith down in my friend
And he almost put an end to me
Well, when you take my money baby when you hurt my family
I go walkin' through the swamps without no shoes
Step on a snake it scares you
Let's cry for this bad man
I wrote a song for the bad man br>oh let's cry for this bad man
I wrote a song for the bad man

Oh baby straight to you
He's so bad, so badback to top
All I Can Do Is Write About It
(allen collins -- ronnie vanzant)

Well this life that I've lead has took me everywhere
There ain't no place I ain't never gone
But it's kind of like the saying that you heard so many times
Well there just ain't no plae like home
Did you ever see a she-gator protect her young
Or a fish in a river swimming free
Did you ever see the beauty of the hills of carolina
Or the sweetness of the grass in tennessee
And lord I can't make any changes
All I can do is write 'em in a song
I can see the concrete slowly creepin'
Lord take me and mine before that comes

Do you like to see a mountain stream a-flowin'
Do you like to see a youngun with his dog
Did you ever stop to think about, well, the air your breathin'
Well you better listen to my song
And lord I can't make any changes
All I can do is write 'em in a song
I can see the concrete slowly creepin'
Lord take me and mine before that comes

I'm not tryin' to put down no big cities
But the things they write about us is just a bore
Well you can take a boy out of ol' dixieland
But you'll never take ol' dixie from a boy
And lord I can't make any changes
All I can do is write 'em in a song
I can see the concrete slowly creepin'
Lord take me and mine before that comes
'cause I can see the concrete slowly creepin'
Lord take me and mine before that comesback to top
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