SECOND
HELPING 1974
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1. Sweet Home Alabama
2. I Need You
3. Don't Ask Me No Questions
4. Workin' For MCA
5. The Ballad Of Curtis Loew
6. Swamp Music
7. The Needle And The Spoon
8. Call Me The Breeze
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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 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
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 answer
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 day
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 its 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 OK
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)
Second Helping
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
blues
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 life
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...
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 its 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 Breeze
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