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Lynyrd Skynyrd lyrics

Album: Second Helping [1974]

Tracks11
 01  Sweet Home Alabama
 02  I Need You
 03  Don't Ask Me No Questions
 04  Workin' for MCA
 05  The Ballad of Curtis Loew
 06  Swamp Music
 07  The Needle and the Spoon
 08  Call Me the Breeze
 09  Don't Ask Me No Questions
 10  Was I Right or Wrong
 11  Take Your Time
all Lynyrd Skynyrd lyrics



Sweet Home Alabama
(ed king - ronnie vanzant - 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 it's 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
Sweet home alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you

In birmingham they love the governor
Now we all did what we could do
Now watergate does not bother me
Does your conscience bother you?
Tell the truth

Sweet home alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet home alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you
Here I come alabama

Now muscle shoals has got the swampers
And they've been known to pick a song or two
Lord they get me off so much
They pick me up when I'm feeling blue
Now how about you?

Sweet home alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet home alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you

Sweet home alabama
Oh sweet home baby
Where the skies are so blue
And the governor's true
Sweet home alabama
Lordy
Lord, I'm coming home to you
Yea, yea montgomery's got the answerback to top
I Need You
(ronnie vanzant - gary rossington)

Ain't no need to worry
Ain't no use to cry
'cause I'll be comin' home soon
To keep you satisfied
You know I get so lonely
That I feel I can't go on
And it feels so good inside, baby
Just to call you on the telephone
I said...

(chorus)
Oh baby, I love you
What more can I say
Oh baby, I need you
I miss you more everyday

I woke up early this morning
And sun came shining down
And it found me wishin' and hopin'
Mama, you could be around
Well ,you know that I need you
More than the air that I breathe
And I guess I'm just trying to tell you woman
Oh, what you mean to me

(chorus)

I try to tell you I love you
In each and every way
I'm trying to tell you I need you
Much more than a piece of leg

(chorus)

Oh baby, I love you
What more can I say
Oh baby I need your sweet lovin
I miss you more every dayback to top
Don't Ask Me No Questions
(gary rossington - ronnie vanzant)

Well everytime that I come home nobody wants to let me be
It seems that all the friends I got just got to come interrogate me
Well, I appreciate your feelings and I don't want to pass you by
But I don't ask you about your business, don't ask me about mine

Well it's true I love the money and I love my brand new car
I like drinkin' the best of whiskey and playing in a honky tonk bar
But when I come off the road, well I just got to have my time
'cause I got to find a break in this action, else I'm gonna lose my mind

(chorus)
So, don't ask me no questions
And I won't tell you no lies
So, don't ask me about my business
And I won't tell you goodbye

That's right

Well, what's your favorite color and do you dig the brothers, is drivin' me up a wall
And everytime I think I can sleep, some fool has got to call
Well don't you think that when I come home, I just want a little peace of mind
If you want to talk about the business buddy, you're just wastin' time

(chorus)

I said don't ask no stupid questions and I won't send you away
If you want to talk fishin, well I guess that'll be okback to top
Workin' for MCA
(ed king - ronnie vanzant)

Seven years of hard luck, comin' down on me
From the florida border, yea up to nashville tennessee
I worked in every joint you can name, mister every honkytonk
Along come mr yankee slicker, sayin' maybe you're what I want

(chorus)
Want you to sign your contract
Want you to sign today
Gonna give you lots of money
Workin' for mca

9000 dollars, that's all we could win
But we smiled at the yankee slicker with a big ol' southern grin
They're gonna take me out to california gonna make me a superstar
Just pay me all of my money and mister maybe you won't get a scar

(chorus)

Suckers took my money since I was seventeen
If it ain't no pencil pusher, it got to be a honkytonk queen
But I'll sign my contract baby, and I wan't you people to know
That every penny that I make, I'm gonna see where my money goes

(chorus)back to top
The Ballad of Curtis Loew
(allen collins - ronnie vanzant)

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
He used to own an old dobro, used to play it across his knee
I'd give old curt my money, he'd play all day for me

(chorus)
Play me a song curtis loew, curtis loew
I got your drinking money, tune up your dobro
People said he was useless, them people are the fools
'cause curtis loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues

He looked to be sixty, and maybe I was ten
Mama used to whip me but I'd go see him again
I'd clap my hands, stomp my feets, try to stay in time
He'd play me a song or two
Then take another drink of wine.

Chorus

Yes sir

On the day old curtis died, nobody came to pray
Ol' preacher said some words, and they chunked him in the clay
But he lived a lifetime playin' the black man's blues
And on the day he lost his life, that's all he had to lose

Play me a song curtis loew, hey curtis loew
I wish that you was here so everyone would know
People said he was useless, them people all are fools
'cause curtis you're the finest picker to ever play the bluesback to top
Swamp Music
(ed king - ronnie vanzant)

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
And when the hound dog start barkin'
Sounds like ol' son house singin' the blues

(chorus)
Hound dog sing that
Swamp, swamp, swamp, swamp music
Swamp, swamp, swamp, swamp music
When the hound dog starts singin'
I ain't got them big ol' city blues

Well, hey pretty mama
Lord, just take that city hike
Said go ahead pretty mama
Lord, just take your city hike
Well, I'd rather live with the hound dogs
For the rest of my natural born life

(chorus)
Singing that
Swamp, swamp, swamp, swamp music
Swamp, swamp, swamp, swamp music
Well, I'd rather live with the hounddogs
For the rest of my natural born life
Well, I'd wanna live with the hound dogs
For the rest of my natural born lifeback to top
The Needle and the Spoon
(ronnie vanzant -- allen collins)

Thirty days, lord and thirty nights
I'm comin' home on an airplane flight
Mama waitin' at the ticket line
Tell me son why do you stand there cryin'

(chorus)
It was the needle and the spoon
And a trip to the moon
Took me away, took me away

I've been feelin' so sick and tired
Got to get better, lord before I die
Seven doctors couldn't help my head, they said
You better quit, son before your dead

(chorus)
Quit the needle. quit the spoon
Quit the trip to the moon
We gonna take you away. lord, we gonna take you away

(spoken)
It was the needle and the spoon

I've seen a lot of people who thought they were cool
But then again, lord I've seen a lot of fools
Well, I hope you people, lord can hear what I say
You'll have your chance to hit it some day

(chorus)
Don't mess with the needle or a spoon
Or any trip to the moon
It'll take you away

Lord, their gonna bury you boy
Don't mess with the needle
Now I know, I know, I know...back to top
Call Me the Breeze
(j.j. cale)

Call me the breeze
I keep blowin' down the road
Well now they call me the breeze
I keep blowin' down the road
I ain't got me nobody
I don't carry me no load

Ain't no change in the weather
Ain't no changes in me
Well there ain't no change in the weather
Ain't no changes in me
And I ain't hidin' from nobody
Nobody's hidin' from me
Oh, that's the way it's supposed to be

Well I got that green light baby
I got to keep movin' on
Well I got that green light baby
I got to keep movin' on
Well I might go out to california
Might go down to georgia
I don't know

Well I dig you georgia peaches
Makes me feel right at home
Well now I dig you georgia peaches
Makes me feel right at home
But I don't love me no one woman
So I can't stay in georgia long

Well now they call me the breeze
I keep blowin' down the road
Well now they call me the breeze
I keep blowin' down the road
I ain't got me nobody
I don't carry me no load
Oooh mr breezeback to top
Don't Ask Me No Questions
(gary rossington - ronnie vanzant)

Well everytime that I come home nobody wants to let me be
It seems that all the friends I got just got to come interrogate me
Well, I appreciate your feelings and I don't want to pass you by
But I don't ask you about your business, don't ask me about mine

Well it's true I love the money and I love my brand new car
I like drinkin' the best of whiskey and playing in a honky tonk bar
But when I come off the road, well I just got to have my time
'cause I got to find a break in this action, else I'm gonna lose my mind

(chorus)
So, don't ask me no questions
And I won't tell you no lies
So, don't ask me about my business
And I won't tell you goodbye

That's right

Well, what's your favorite color and do you dig the brothers, is drivin' me up a wall
And everytime I think I can sleep, some fool has got to call
Well don't you think that when I come home, I just want a little peace of mind
If you want to talk about the business buddy, you're just wastin' time

(chorus)

I said don't ask no stupid questions and I won't send you away
If you want to talk fishin, well I guess that'll be okback to top
Was I Right or Wrong
(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
Then one sunny day. the man, he looked my way
And everything that I dreamed of, it was real
Money, girls and cars; and big long cigars
And I caught the first plane home so papa would see

When I went home to show 'em they was wrong
All that I found was two tombstones
Somebody tell me please was I right or wrong
Oh, such a sad song
First I got lost, then I got found
But the ones that I love are in the ground
Papa I only wish you could see me now
Take a listen papa
Whoo, I learnt how to play my guitar
Gonna be a superstar

First I got lost, then I got found
The ones I love are in the ground
Won't you tell me please was I right or wrong

If there's any way you can hear what I say
Papa, I never meant to do you wrong
All the money, girls and cars. and all the words and all the cigars
Papa, I just want you to know they couldn't take your place

When I went home to show 'em they was wrong
All that I found was two tombstones
Somebody tell me please was I right or wrong
Oh, such a sad song
First I got lost, then I got found
But the ones that I love are in the ground
Somebody tell me please was I right or wrongback to top
Take Your Time
(ronnie vanzant -- ed king)

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
If you take your time my sweet baby
Take your time and love them slow
And if you play your cards right
You won't never wait no more

Well the ladies like their diamonds
They like their brand new clothes
But I was blessed with plenty of other things they love the most
I take my time with the ladies
I take my time and I love 'em slow
And since I turned thirteen
Lord, I ain't never wait no more

I can never give you money honey
I can never buy you clothes
But the way them schoolgirls look at you
Someday you should have both
If you take your time my sweet baby
Take your time and be my son
Well you might never have his money
But you won't miss his funback to top
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