Gimme
Back My Bullets
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1976
1.
Gimme Back My Bullets
2. Every Mother's Son
3. Trust
4. Cry For The Bad Man
5. Double Trouble
6. Roll Gypsy Roll
7. Searching
8. I Got The Same Old Blues
9. All I Can Do Is Write About It
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Gimme Back My
Bullets
(Allen Collins -- Ronnie VanZant)
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
(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 bullets
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 someday
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 its 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)
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 its 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 its 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 bad
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)
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 its took its 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 its one that's never told
He's always hungry, he's always on the go
With no tomorrow, its 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 know
Searchin'
(Allen Collins - Ronnie VanZant)
I asked the
wiseman one sunny day
Can you help me find my way
You're so much older and wiser too
Would you help me mr wiseman
I'm feelin' blue
Oh I'm not satisfied
He said you're
not doin too bad, not bad at all
You're just trying to walk son before you can crawl
You got stacks of money to sky up above
Now all you need is to find you a love
He sent me
searchin' to find my love
He sent me searchin' to the Lord up above
He sent me searchin' just to find the mornin' dove
And she'll tell you where to find your love
Oh mr wiseman I need to find my love
You can have
anything in this god's world
But you won't be happy son 'til you find a girl
Now you can be happy boy if you try
Find a woman boy, you'll be satisfied
He sent me
searchin' to find my love
He sent me searchin' , I said Lord up above
He sent me searchin' just to find the mornin' dove
And she'll tell you where to find your love
He sent me
searchin' to find my love
He sent me searchin' , I said Lord up above
He sent me searchin' just to find the mornin' dove
And she'll tell you where to find your love
Oh Lord, he
sent me searchin'
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 its 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 its the same old blues again
I got the same old blues, same old blues again
I got the
blues... same old blues
Gimme Back My
Bullets
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 its 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 comes
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