Lynyrd Skynyrd Full Moon Night

On a foggy road just before sunrise

Don’t you lose control, you could lose your life

You keep your hands on the wheel and your eyes straight ahead

Don’t forget what the good book says

You think it can never happen to you

But it happens all the time

On a full moon night, something ain’t right

Didn’t see it ’til about midnight

When it happened it seemed kind of weird

Things like this seem to appear

From the shadows of a full moon night

Never had a clock that goes at night

That was the way of the simple life

Right down the road come a big surprise

Man shot his wife than took his own life

You think, it can never happen to you

But it happens all the time

On a full moon, something ain’t right

Started out as an innocent fight

Never should have happened, not around here

Things like this seem to appear

From the shadows of a full moon night

On a full moon, something ain’t right

Didn’t see it ’til about midnight

But when it happened it seemed kind of weird

Things like this seem to appear

From the shadows

On a full moon, something ain’t right

Started out as an innocent fight

Never should have happened, not around here

Things like this seem to appear

From the shadows of a full moon night

Lynyrd Skynyrd Saturday Night Special

Two feet they come a-creeping

Like a black cat do

And two bodies laying naked

Creeper think he got nothing to lose

So he creeps into this house

And unlocks the door

And as a man’s reaching for his trousers

He shoots him full of .38 holes

Mister Saturday-Night-Special

You got a barrel that’s a-blue and cold

So ain’t good for nothin’

But put a man six a-feet in a hole

Big Jim’s been drinkin’ whiskey

Playing poker on a losin’ night

And pretty soon old Jim starts to thinkin’

Somebody’s been cheatin’ and lyin’

So Big Jim commence to fightin’

I wouldn’t tell you no lie

And Big Jim done pulled his pistol

And shot his friend right between the eyes

Mister Saturday-Night-Special

You got a barrel that’s a-blue and cold

So ain’t good for nothin’

But put a man six a-feet in a hole

Hand guns are made for killin’

Ain’t no good for nothin’ else

And if you like to drink your whiskey

You might even shoot yourself

So why don’t we dump ’em people

To the bottom of the sea

Before some old fool come around here

And wanna shoot either you or me

Mister Saturday-Night-Special

Got a barrel that’s a-blue and cold

So ain’t good for nothin’

But put a man six a-feet in a hole

Mister Saturday-Night-Special

Ain’t good for nothin’

But put a man six a-feet in a hole

The old … do

Ain’t no good

Lynyrd Skynyrd Preacher’s Daughter

Well, just keep on runnin’ mama, ’till you can’t run no more

You no your sister told your mama ’bout the boy next door

Well, I see your sugar daddy comin’ around the corner

I wonder if he knows your the preacher’s daughter, oh no

Well, I seen you through your window, baby, many times before

Yeah there’s a hundred different lovers knockin’ on your back door

Well, I see your sugar daddy comin’ around the corner

I wonder if he knows your the preacher’s daughter, oh no

Well, keep on runnin’ mama, ’till you can’t get no ?

You’re just a no good woman lord, I ain’t lyin’

Well, I see your sugar daddy comin’ around the corner

I wonder if he knows your the preacher’s daughter, oh no

And I’m takin’ about the preacher’s daughter

Doin’ what she hadn’t oughta

Gettin’ on down

With every stud in town

Lynyrd Skynyrd Rockin’ Little Town

MMmmmmm… That’s right

Yeah…

Big bad machine still makin’ the scene

Big wheels keep on turnin’

Step on the gas, gone in a flash

Rubber just keeps on burnin’

‘Cause every night is a Saturday night

No Matter what town we’re in

Open the doors, kick out the lights

Just let the party begin

We’re just watchin’ the world from this big ass bus

The highway is home to folks like us

Makin good music, keepin’ it alive

Slip in slip out, of your rockin little town tonight

Yeah that’s what we do..

Get into town, lay our head down

Really ain’t nothin’ to do

Watchin’ the clock, get ready to rock

We ain’t no different than you

‘Cause every night is a Saturday night

No Matter what town we’re in

Open the doors, kick out the lights

Yeah let the party begin

We’re just watchin’ the world from this big ass bus

The highway is home to folks like us

Makin’ good music, keepin’ it alive

Slip in, slip out

Of your rockin’ little town tonight

MMMMmmmmm…

So good to see you all again

I hope this ride we’re on

Oooooh it never ends yeah…

OOohhh…

‘Cause every night is a Saturday night

No Matter what town we’re in

Open the doors Kick out the lights

Yeah let this party begin

“Cause We’re just watchin’ the world from this big ass bus

The highway is home to boys like us

Makin’ good music, keepin’ it alive

Slip in, slip out

We’re gonna rock’ your little town

Watchin’ the world from this big ass bus

The highway is home to folks like us

Makin’ good music, keepin’ it alive

Slip in, slip out

Of your rockin’ little town tonight

Yeah it’s what we do…

Oohhh we’ll see ya soon

MMMMMmmmOoooh

Yeah your little rockin’ town

Lynyrd Skynyrd Good Teacher

He was 5 foot 7

Strong as an Oak tree

Yeah he had a good reason

for every lick he gave me

But he showed me the ropes

Good whiskey and smoke

And how to tell a dirty joke

I had a good teacher

Half devil, half preacher

He made me a believer

I had a good teacher, teacher

Oh Yeah!

She was 6 foot 1

Shakin’ that money thing

I was high school dumb

when I had my first tall one

But she gave me a sip

and a kiss on the lips

She let me give her one more

I had a good teacher

Man you should’ve seen her

She made me a believer

Oh Lord I had a good teacher, teacher

Oh Yeah!

I graduated from the school of hard knocks yeah

Learned from the best all the tricks to get by

But I gotta give credit where credit is due

I wasn’t born no fool

I had a good teacher

A really good teacher

Oh!

I had a good

I had a good

I had a good teacher

Half devil, half preacher

He made me a believer

Lord I had a good teacher, teacher

She was my teacher

She was a really good teacher

She made me a believer

Lord I had some good teachers

Some really good teachers!

Lynyrd Skynyrd Mississippi Blood

[JVZ:] She’s got Mississippi Blood runnin’ through her veins

Her mama was a looker from New Orleans

[RM:] Daddy worked hard with a gun in his boot

Blow you away click bang boom boom

[JVZ:] Good ol’ dude said she broke his heart

Threw it on the ground – stomped it hard

[RM:] But I wanna tell you a little song I know

Before they be carvin’ my name in stone

[BOTH:] Oooh Oooh

[JVZ:] She’s a dirty little thing – crazy as hell

[BOTH:] Oooh Oooh

[RM:] She’s my rock-n’-roll queen – sweet southern bell

[BOTH:] Oooh Oooh

[JVZ:] She’s a lipstick stain on a burned cigarette

[BOTH:] Oooh Oooh

[JVZ:] Like an old blues song stuck in my head

Mississippi mud and I’m sinking in

[BOTH:] Oooh Oooh

[BOTH:] Oooh Oooh

[BOTH:] Cut off jeans, tied t-shirt

Drinkin’ from the bottle – rollin’ in the dirt

Foot on the gas – el camino

“Ridin’ With the King” on the Radio

[BOTH:] Oooh Oooh

[RM:] She’s a dirty little thing – crazy as hell

[BOTH:] Oooh Oooh

[JVZ:] She’s my rock-n’-roll queen – sweet southern bell

[BOTH:] Oooh Oooh

[BOTH:] She’s a lipstick stain on a burned cigarette

[BOTH:] Oooh Oooh

[BOTH:] Like an old blues song stuck in my head

Mississippi mud and I’m sinking in

She reads from the good book just to be bad

Lyin’ in the hay – she likes to move fast

An old blues song stuck in my head

Work all day and…

[BOTH:] Oooh Oooh

[BOTH:] She’s a dirty little thing – crazy as hell

[BOTH:] Oooh Oooh

[BOTH:] She’s my rock-n’-roll queen – sweet southern bell

[BOTH:] Oooh Oooh

[BOTH:] She’s a lipstick stain on a burned cigarette

[BOTH:] Oooh Oooh

[BOTH:] Like an old blues song stuck in my head

[JVZ:] Mississippi mud and I’m sinking in

Lynyrd Skynyrd Freebird

If I leave here tomorrow

Would you still remember me?

For I must be traveling 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 cannot change.

And this bird you cannot change.

And this bird you cannot change.

Lord knows I can’t change.

Bye, bye, baby, it’s been a sweet love, yeah,

Though this feeling I can’t change.

But please don’t take it so 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 the bird you cannot change.

And this bird you cannot change.

Lord knows, I can’t change.

Lord, help me, I can’t change.

Lord, I can’t change.

Won’t you fly high, free bird, yeah?

Lynyrd Skynyrd Outta Hell In My Dodge

Five a.m. in the mornin’, whiskey still runnin’ through my head

I could get out of bed and maybe I’ll just have another cigarette

As long as I can remember seems all I’ve ever done is work

The boss is a jerk and I ain’t payin’ the rent

Spent my whole life shovelin’ dirt

[chorus]

I’m gonna get outta Hell in my Dodge

Can’t take this anymore

Gonna go downtown pick up my girl

There ain’t nothin’ worth waitin’ for

Take the road less traveled

Spend my life behind the wheel

Gonna get outta Hell in my Dodge

Freedom made out of steel

There’s a knock on the door from the Sheriff

Askin’ me where I was last night

Seems somebody lookin’ a lot like me

Had takin’ up with his wife

He said son if I ever catch him

There’s gonna be some hell to pay

He’ll be gone for good if I see him again

‘Cause I just might blow him away

[repeat chorus]

What’s a poor man supposed to do

Stuck in the middle and trapped by the blues

Baby, I’m sick of these blues

[chorus]

I’m gonna get outta Hell in my Dodge

Can’t take this anymore

Gonna go downtown pick up my girl

There ain’t nothin’ worth waitin’ for

Well I Don’t care if I’m wrong or right

Gotta split this town tonight

Gonna get outta Hell in my Dodge

Live my life behind the wheel

I’m Gonna get outta Hell in my Dodge

My freedom made out of steel

Lynyrd Skynyrd Talked Myself Right Into It

Alarm clock rings about a quarter after five

I’ve been up all night

Raisin’ hell with some friends of mine

I take one good look in the mirror

But only one things gettin’ clearer

The way I live, I’m lucky to be alive

There I go lying to myself

Said I wasn’t gonna do it

Next thing you know, here I go again

Talked myself right into it

Supposed to be to work an hour ago

When I pass that boss stormin’ down the road

Now there’s an angel on my shoulder

thinnkin’ she can win me over

Devil’s got my number don’t you know

There I go lying to myself

Said I wasn’t gonna do it

Next thing you know, here I go again

Talked myself right into it

Maybe, maybe have I gone to far this time

Maybe, maybe is my conscience workin’ overtime

Nah

There’s a knockout Georgia Peach givin’ me the eye

Well if the truth beknown I’m just a little shy

Turns out she wasn’t alone

She had a six foot chaperone

But that didn’t slow me down

Don’t ask me why

There I go lying to myself

Said I wasn’t gonna do it

Next thing you know, here I go again

Talked myself right into it

I got no one to blame except myself

I said I wasn’t gonna do it

Next thing you know here I go

Talk myself right into it

Talk myself, talk myself right into it

Talk myself, talk myself, talk myself right into it

Said I wasn’t gonna do it

Here I go again baby

Lynyrd Skynyrd Hobo Kinda Man

Around the time of the second world war

A new kind of man came through the door

I ain’t looking for food

I’m looking for work

Not afraid to sweat – digging in the dirt

I ain’t looking for a hand-out

But I’m willing to lend a hand to the man that pays me

Yes I am

Mr. Roosevelt, he understands I’m a hobo kinda man

I’ve been ridin’ this train

I’ve been up all night

I’ll be swinging that hoe before daylight

When the next box car comes along

I’ll jump it and fight ya and call it my home

When the money runs out, so do I

I’ll be ridin’ these rails ’till times change and kill me

Yes I will

I never know where I am, hey, I’m a hobo kinda man

That’s what I am

Those steel wheels-a-rollin’

Somewhere I feel me towing, I know

I can hear that whistle blowin’

Come tomorrow morning

I’ll be gone

Yeah

Oh! I’m a hobo kinda man

I’m always leaving my wife and kids behind

Workin’ somewhere on down the line

Every night I sleep in a different town

I never know, honey, where I’m bound

Livin’ out of a suitcase

I changed from a train to a silver eagle

But I’m getting all I can

I’m a modern day hobo kinda man

These steel wheels-a-rollin’

Somewhere I feel me towing

I can hear that whistle blowin’

Come tomorrow morning

This old boy be gone

Yeah

I’m a hobo kinda man

That’s what I am

I’m a hobo man

A movin’ on down the line

A hobo man

Yeah, that’s what I am

I’m a hobo man