Things Goin' On Lyrics By Lynyrd Skynyrd

(Gary Rossington, Ronnie Van Zant)
Well, have you ever lived down in the ghetto?
Have you ever felt the cold wind blow?
Well, 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
Well, they're goin ruin the air we breathe
Lord have mercy
They're gonna ruin us all, by and by
I'm telling all you beware
I don't think they really care
I think they just sit up there
And just get high
Well, have you ever lived down in the ghetto?
Have you ever felt the cold wind blow?
Well, 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
Well, 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
Thing goin' on

Searching Lyrics By Lynyrd Skynyrd

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'

Whiskey Rock-a-roller Lyrics By Lynyrd Skynyrd

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

Saturday Night Special Lyrics By Lynyrd Skynyrd

(Ed King, Ronnie Van Zant)
Two feet they come a creepin'
Like a black cat do
And two bodies are layin' naked
Creeper think he got nothin' to lose
So he creeps into this house, yeah
And unlocks the door
And as a man's reaching for his trousers
Shoots him full of thirty-eight holes
chorus:
It's the Saturday night special
Got a barrel that's blue and cold
Ain't good for nothin'
But put a man six feet in a hole
Big Jim's been drinkin' whiskey
And playin' poker on a losin' night
And pretty soon ol' Jim starts a thinkin
Somebody been cheatin' and lyin'
So Big Jim commence to fightin'
I wouldn't tell you no lie
Big Jim done pulled his pistol
Shot his friend right between the eyes
chorus
Oh, it's the Saturday night special
Hand guns are made for killin'
They 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 ol' fool come around here
Wanna shoot either you or me
chorus
It's the Saturday night special
And I'd like to tell you what you could do with it
And that's the end of the song

Hell Or Heaven Lyrics By Lynyrd Skynyrd

Mama used to say to me, you can make your destiny
Keep your feet planted on the ground
You can always get it back, make a castle from a one room shack
It's all of what you make of what you've found
Son you're gonna find out when you're older
There's always been the hand of god restin' right there on your shoulder

Will it be hell or heaven on earth
The choice is up to you
Look to the sky, the answer is clear
Are you gonna, live life for all it's worth
Choose hell, or heaven on earth
If you live it right, there's nothing to fear
'Cause you'll find heaven right here

Saw a man the other day, had it made in every way
Till his greed brought him down
He was blinded by the city lights, now he shivers in the cold tonight
Who will save the lifeguard when he's about to drown

Will it be hell or heaven on earth
The choice is up to you
Look to the sky, the answer is clear
Are you gonna, live life for all it's worth
Choose hell, or heaven on earth
If you live it right, there's nothing to fear
'Cause you'll find heaven right here

You know you're gonna walk through fire
You know your gonna feel the pain
Oh you're gonna lose, if you want to win the game
And everytime your heart is breakin'
And everytime your faith is shaken
Remember what mama said... Oh that day...

Hope when my time has come
I've left enough to build upon
Ain't no one gonna say I didn't try
Here's why...

Hell or heaven on earth
The choice is up to you
Look to the sky, the answer is clear
Are you gonna, live life for all it's worth
Choose hell, or heaven on earth
If you live it right, there's nothing to fear
'Cause you'll find heaven right here
You'll find heaven right here Oooohhh..
You'll find heaven right here Oooohhh..
Oooohhh.... heaven right here...

Mr. Banker Lyrics By Lynyrd Skynyrd

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 how that 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

Mississippi Kid Lyrics By Lynyrd Skynyrd

(Al Kooper, Ronnie Van Zant, Robert Burns)
I've got my pistols in my pockets boys
I'm Alabama bound
I've got my pistols in my pockets boys
I'm Alabama bound
Well, I'm not looking for no trouble
But nobody dogs me 'round
Well, I'm going to fetch my woman, people
Tri-cities here I come
Oh well, I'm going to fetch my woman, people
Tri-cities here I come
'Cause she was raised up on that cornbread
And I know that woman give me some
Give me some baby
Oh, when the kid hits Alabama, people
Don't you try and dog him 'round
Now, when the kid hits Alabama, people
Don't you try and dog him 'round
'Cause if you people cause me trouble
Then I've got to put you in the ground
Well, I was born in Mississippi
Baby, I don't take any stuff from you
Oh, I was born in Mississippi
And I don't take any stuff from you
And if I hit you on your head
Boy, its got to make you black and blue
Well, I'm gone to Alabama
With my pistols out by my side
Yes, I'm ride to Alabama
With my pistols out by my side
'Cause down in Alabama
You can run, but you sure can't hide