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

nty

rock on

it’s like arithmatic, the way I make it stick, some say it’s gibberish, some say it’s silly shit
but some people pay a cover charge to listen to it, some people take the path train to jersey for it
ladies! in the corner with your hand on your hip, make you jump so high that the record will skip
make you feel so good that the room starts to spin. my favorite kinda nut is a macadamian!!!
I said come on all you honeys, I am beggin to begin, I say I gotta get the get the grand, gotta get within, gotta get more cream than wisconsin, honeyroom suite at the sheridan, bath tub full of expensive gin, lots of candles and violins, bikinis made of diamonds, honeys beggin’ me to break their hymens!

at least someone knows some good music

song is pro now ofc

nvm got it

This post has been edited by bubbachunk on Wed - Jan 16 2008 - 15:40:16

Mister Banker
Mister please, how much does money mean
Won't you reconsider mister
Won't you do this thing for me
Ain't got no house
Ain't got no car
All I got, Lord, is my guitar
But you can have that mister banker
Won't you bury my papa for me
Oh mister banker please
Listen to the way I sound

I would not be here on my knees
But hey mister banker
It means so much to me
Oh won't you reconsider mister
Won't you do this thing for me

I told you mister
I ain't got no house
Ain't got no car
I got me a 1950 Les Paul guitar
Won't you take it mister banker
Won't you bury my papa for me
Oh mister banker please

Some folks are born to wave the flag,
Ooh, they're red, white and blue.
And when the band plays "Hail to the chief",
Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord,

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, son.
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no,
Yeah!

Some folks are born silver spoon in hand,
Lord, don't they help themselves, oh.
But when the taxman comes to the door,
Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes,

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, no.
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no.

Some folks inherit star spangled eyes,
Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord,
And when you ask them, "How much should we give?"
Ooh, they only answer More! more! more! yoh,

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no military son, son.
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, one.
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no no no,
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate son, no no no,

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 inside
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...

Have you ever lived down in the ghetto?
Have you ever felt the cold wind blow?
If you don't know what I mean,
Won't you stand up and scream?
'Cause there's things goin' on that you don't know.

Too many lives they've spent across the ocean.
Too much money been spent upon the moon.
Well, until they make it right
I hope they never sleep at night
They better make some changes
And do it soon.

They're goin ruin the air we breathe
Lord have mercy.
They're gonna ruin us all, by and by.
I'm telling you all beware
I don't think they really care
I think they just sit up there
And just get high.

in before free bird

Jerry was a race car driver
And he drove so goddamned fast
He never did win no checkered flag
But he never did come in last
Jerry was a race car driver
He'd say El solo number one
With a bocephus sticker
On his 442 he'd light 'em up
Just for fun

Captain Pierce was a fireman
Richmond engine #3
I'll be a wealthy man when I get

A dime for all the things that
Man taught to me
Captain Pierce was a strong man
Strong as any man alive
It stuck in his craw that they
Made him retire at the age of 65

Jerry was a race car driver
22 years old
Had too many cold beers one night
And wrapped himself around a telephone pole.

This post has been edited by StQ on Wed - Jan 16 2008 - 16:02:47

Wynona's got herself a big brown beaver
and she shows it off to all her friends.
One day, you know, that beaver tried to leave her,
So she caged him up with cyclone fence.
Along came Lou with the old baboon
And said "Recognize that smell?"
"Smells like seven layers,
That beaver eats Taco Bell."
Now Rex he was a Texan out of New Orleans
And he travelled with the carnival shows.
He ran bumper cars, sucked cheap cigars
And he candied up his nose.
He got wind of the big brown beaver
So he though he'd take himself a peek,
But the beaver was quick
And grabbed him by the kiwis.
Now he ain't pissed for a week.
(And a half!)
Now Wynona took her big brown beaver,
And she stuck him up in the air.
Said "I sure do love this big brown beaver
And I wish I did have a pair."
Now the beaver onces slept for seven days
And it gave us all an awful fright.
So I tickled his chin and I gave him a pinch
And the bastard tried to bite me.
Wynona loved her big brown beaver
And she stroked him all the time.
She pricked her finger one day and it
Occurred to her she might have a porcupine.

LOL

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, I'm leaving my woman at home.

Tuesday's gone with the wind.
Oh, my baby's gone with the wind.

And I just don't know, oh, where I'm going.
I just want to be left alone.
Well, when this train ends I'll try again
oh, but I'm leaving my woman at home.

Tuesday's gone with the wind.
Tuesday's gone with the wind.
Tuesday's gone with the wind.
My baby's gone with the wind.
Train, roll on, Tuesday's gone.

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

Tuesday's gone with the wind.
Tuesday's gone with the wind.
Tuesday's gone with the wind.
My baby's gone with the wind.
Train, roll on 'cause my baby's gone..
I'm riding my blues away, baby
turn around my blues
ride on, train, ride on, train
ridin' my blues, babe
come back to me, babe
come back to me
oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh train..

Primus is LOL

fixed

and how many of you nerds can say you got to see either of these bands live?

:raises hand:

I saw Skynyrd live once.

lol i got to see them with 38 special, peter frampton and allman brothers kek

saw primus 3 times though as well so I win

lucky ass

whats even luckier is seeing oyterhead

I saw In Flames before they sucked

who ever. forgot to mention frampton pisses me off but others make up for that

i think the massive amounts of trailer park redneck chicks in the rebel flag bikinis stripping around me made up for framptons suckiness


oysterhead = les claypool, trey anastasio (phish), stewart copeland (police)

awesome band for a year or so

I've seen skynyrd a shitload of times

not old skynyrd ofc... but when your drunk and or stoned... sounds the same

I have no idea what is going on in here.

nn faggots ofc

gtfo

By looking at the first lyrics?

I beleive you are teh faggot, Pliz leave.

that pisses me off. they came to salem and I couldn't go

circus music

i saw skynyrd for free a few years ago

it started pouring during freebird - was fucking epic

I was talking about oysterhead


skynyrd would have been cool too.

I was going to go see Damageplan like 2 weeks before Dimebag got shot


Kinda pissed I didn't go

old

Skynrd is for fags

Skynyrd*

i'll remember that next time I don't want to download their music