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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 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)
 
 

I Ain't The One
(Gary Rossington - Ronnie VanZant)
 

Well, I'll tell you plainly baby
What I plan to do
Well, I may be crazy baby
But I ain't no fool
Your daddy's rich, mama
And you're overdue
But I ain't the one, baby
Been messing with you
Got bells in your mind, mama
I think its time for me to move along
I do believe

Now your're talking jive, woman
When you say to me
'N take care of me
You know and I know, baby
I ain't the one
I never hurt you sweet hear
I never pulled my gun
Got bells in your mind, baby
So won't you pardon me?
I think its time for me to move along
I do believe
 

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'
 

Tuesday's Gone
(Allen Collins - Ronnie VanZant)
 

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 behind.
Tuesday's gone with the wind.
My woman'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.
Tuesday's gone with the wind.
Tuesday's gone with the wind.
My woman's gone with the wind.

Train roll on many miles from my home,
See, I'm riding my nlues away.
Tuesday, you see, she had to be free
But somehow I've got to carry on.

(chorus)
 

Saturday Night Special
(Ed King - Ronnie VanZant)
 

Two feets they come a creepin'
Like a black cat do
And two bodies are lyin' naked
Creeper think he got nothin' to lose
So he creeps into this house, yeah
And unlocks the door
And while a man reaching for his trousers
Shoots him full of .38 holes

(Chorus)
Its a Saturday night special
Got a barrel that's blue and cold
Ain't no good for nothin'
But put a man six feet in a hole

Big Jim's been drinkin' whiskey
And playing poker on a losin' night
Pretty soon, Big Jim starts a thinkin'
Somebody been cheatin' and lyin'
So Big Jim commences to fightin'
I wouldn't tell you no lie
And Big Jim done grab his pistol
Shot his friend right between the eyes

(Chorus)

Hand guns are made for killin'
Ain't no good for nothin' else
And if you like your whiskey
You might even shoot yourself
So why don't we dump 'em people
To the bottom of the sea
Before some fool come around here
Wanna shoot either you or me
 
 

Whiskey Rock A Roller
(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'
Is all I understand

I was born a travellin' man and my feets do burn the ground
I don't care for fancy music if your shoes can't shuffle around
I got a 100 women or more and there's no place I call home
The only time I'm satisfied is when I'm on the road

(Chorus)
Sometimes I wonder where will we go

Lord don't take my whiskey, rock and roll
Take me down to Memphis town, busdriver get me there
I got me a queenie she got longbrown curly hair
She likes to drink Old Grandad and her shoes do shuffle around
And everytime I see that gal
Lord she wants to take me down

(Chorus)
Sometimes I wonder where will we go
Lord don't take my whiskey, rock and roll
 

Travellin' Man
(Leon Wilkeson -- Ronnie VanZant)
 

I was born a travellin' man, that's all I'll ever be
Moving around from town to town its what makes me so free
My father was a trucker for the years since '23
On the day that I was born his blood was left for me
I'm a travellin' man
Travellin' Man -- that's what I am
Travellin' Man
Travellin' Man
That's what I am

Travellin' man -- that's what I am
No one puts a hold on me
You'll see me once or maybe twice
That's all you'll see of me
All you pretty women Lord, I hope you understand
Don't be a fool and fall in love with a travellin' man
I'm a travellin' man
Travellin' Man -- that's what I am
Travellin' Man
Travellin' Man
That's what I am
Travellin' man -- that's what I am
But at least I'm free

Travellin' man
Oh that's what I am

Travellin man -- that's what I am, Lord I move so fast
I have had so many women, none of them have lasted
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Travellin' Man -- that's what I am
Travellin' Man
Travellin' Man
 

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 gov' nor
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 guv'nor's true
Sweet Home Alabama
Lordy
Lord, I'm coming home to you
Yea, yea Montgomery's got the answer
 
 

T For Texas
(Jimmy Rodgers)
 

Give me a T for Texas, give me a T for Tennessee
Give me a T for Texas, give me a T for Tennessee
Give me a T for Thelma, woman made a fool out of me

If you don't want me baby, mama you sure don't got to stall
If you don't want me baby, mama you sure don't got to stall
I've had more pretty women than a passenger train could haul

I'm gonna buy myself a shotgun, one with a long shiny barrel
I'm gonna buy myself a shotgun, one with a long shiny barrel
I'm gonna shoot me a rounder oh that stole away my gal

I'd rather drink your muddy water, sleep down in a hollow log
I'd rather drink your muddy water, sleep down in a hollow log
Than to be in Atlanta, Georgia, treat me like a dirty dog
(I don't have to go for that)

If you don't want me baby, mama you sure don't got to stall
If you don't want me baby, mama you sure don't got to stall
'Cause I've had more pretty women than a passenger train could haul
And that ain't all

I'd rather drink your muddy water, sleep down in a hollow log
I'd rather drink your muddy water, sleep down in a hollow log
Than to be in Atlanta, Georgia, treated like a dirty dog

Oh Give me a T for Texas, give me a T for Tennessee
Give me a T for Thelma, woman made a fool out of me
Give me a T for Texas, give me that T for Tennessee
Give me a T for Thelma, woman made a fool out of me
One more time

Give me a T for Thelma, oh that woman made a fool...
I said said oh, that woman made a fool
Out of me, yeah
 
 
 

Gimme Three Steps
(Allen Collins - Ronnie VanZant)
 

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.
I was shakin' like a leaf on a tree.
'Cause he was lean, mean,
Big and bad, Lord,
Pointin' that gun at me.
I said, "Wait a minute, mister,
I didn't even kiss her.
Don't want no trouble with you.
And I know you don't owe me
But I wish you'd let me
Ask one favor from you."

(Chorus)
"Won't you give me three steps,
Gimme three steps mister,
Gimme three steps towards the door?
Gimme three steps
Gimme three steps mister,
And you'll never see me no more."

Well the crowd cleared away
And I began to pray
As the water fell on the floor.
And I'm telling you son,
Well, it ain't no fun
Staring straight down a forty-four.
Well he turned and screamed at Linda Lu
And that's the break I was looking for.
And you could hear me screaming a mile away
As I was headed out towards the door.
 

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 fell right at home
Well now I dig you Georgia peaches
Makes me fell 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
 

NEEDLE AND THE SPOON
Allen Collins & Ronnie Van Zant

Thirty days, Lord, and thirty nights.
I'm coming home on an aeroplane flight.
Mama waiting at the ticket line,
tell me, son, why do you stand there cryin'?

It was the needle and the spoon
and a trip to the moon
took me away,
took me away.

I've been feeling so sick inside.
Got to get better, Lord, before I die.
Some doctors couldn't help my head,
they said, you'd better quit, son, before you're dead.

With the needle, with the spoon,
with the trip to the moon,
they gonna take you away,
they gonna take you away.

I've seen a lot of people who thought they were cool
but the again, Lord, I've seen a lot of fools.
I hope you people, Lord, can hear what I say,
you'll have your chance in this some day.

Don't mess with a needle or a spoon
or a trip to the moon
or they'll take you away.

Crossroad
(Robert Johnson)
 

I went down to the crosroads
Fell down on my knees
Down to the crossroads
Fell down on my knees
I said I'm beggin' for mercy won't you take me
If you please

I went down to the crossroads
Tried to beg a ride
I went down to the crossroads
Tried to beg a ride
Nobody seemed to know me
Everybody passed me by
Take a ride

Going down toward Rosedale
Took Loretta by my side
Going down to Rosedale
Took Loretta by my side
Can still buy a house there
On the riverside
One more time

You can run, you can run
Tell all my friends I'll be by
You can run, you can run
Tell my friends I'll be by
And I'll be stayin' in the crossroads
I believe I'm sinkin' down
 
 

Freebird
(Allen Collins - Ronnie VanZant)
 

If I leave here tomorrow
Would you still remember me?
For I must be travelling on, now,
'Cause there's too many places I've got to see.
But, if I stayed here with you, girl,
Things just couldn't be the same.
'Cause I'm as free as a bird now,
And this bird you can not change.
Lord knows, I can't change.

Bye, bye, its been a sweet love.
Though this feeling I can't change.
But please don't take it badly,
'Cause Lord knows I'm to blame.
But, if I stayed here with you girl,
Things just couldn't be the same.
Cause I'm as free as a bird now,
And this bird you'll never change.
And this bird you can not change.
Lord knows, I can't change.
Lord help me, I can't change.