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King Shit *board owner* | posted on 04-03-2001 @ 11:49 AM |    | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Feb. 01  | by Lynyrd Skynyrd 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. 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 blues away. Tuesday, you see, she had to be free 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 woman's gone with the wind.  ~Matt/Froy from Jersey Official Protector of Gay Marco & SwampJunk...if he ever decides to post. | ||||
| Rommel | posted on 04-03-2001 @ 11:59 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Oct. 00 | Froy , Skinner rocks man , yeah.... these guys are so popular, I could never ever find their albums in stock.... that O.G. The Ballad of Curtis Loew Well I used to wake the morning before the rooster crowed Searching for soda bottles to get myself some dough Brought 'em down to the corner, down to the country store Cash 'em in and give my money to a man named Curtis Loew Old Curt was a black man with white curly hair When he had a fifth of wine he did not have a care He used to own an old dobro, used to play it across his knee I'd give old Curt my money, he'd play all day for me (Chorus) Play me a song Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew I got your drinking money, tune up your dobro People said he was useless, them people are the fools 'Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues He looked to be sixty, and maybe I was ten Mama used to whip me but I'd go see him again I'd clap my hands, stomp my feets, try to stay in time He'd play me a song or two Then take another drink of wine. Chorus Yes sir On the day old Curtis died, nobody came to pray Ol' preacher said some words, and they chunked him in the clay But he lived a lifetime playin' the black man's blues And on the day he lost his life, that's all he had to lose Play me a song Curtis Loew, Hey Curtis Loew I wish that you was here so everyone would know People said he was useless, them people all are fools 'Cause Curtis you're the finest picker to ever play the blues  Jeder oder Keiner, Alles oder Nichts | ||||
| spitfire421 | posted on 04-03-2001 @ 1:26 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Dec. 00 | 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 feel right at home Well now, I dig you Georgia peaches Makes me feel 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 Ooh, Mr. Breeze  < | ||||
| NJDude | posted on 04-03-2001 @ 1:38 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jun. 00 |  Simple Man Mama told me when I was young Come sit beside me, my only son And listen closely to what I say. And if you do this It will help you some sunny day. Take your time... Don't live too fast, Troubles will come and they will pass. Go find a woman and you'll find love, And don't forget son, There is someone up above. (Chorus) And be a simple kind of man. Be something you love and understand. Be a simple kind of man. Won't you do this for me son, If you can? Forget your lust for the rich man's gold All that you need is in your soul, And you can do this if you try. All that I want for you my son, Is to be satisfied. And be a simple kind of man. Be something you love and understand. Be a simple kind of man. Won't you do this for me son, If you can? Boy, don't you worry... you'll find yourself. Follow you heart and nothing else. And you can do this if you try. All I want for you my son, Is to be satisfied. And be a simple kind of man. Be something you love and understand. Be a simple kind of man. Won't you do this for me son, If you can?  E-Mail Me | ||||
King Shit *board owner* | posted on 04-03-2001 @ 1:40 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Feb. 01 | Ah, but Call Me The Breeze is actually a cover song... of JJ Cale if I am not mistaken ~Matt/Froy from Jersey Official Protector of Gay Marco & SwampJunk...if he ever decides to post. | ||||
| spitfire421 | posted on 04-03-2001 @ 1:46 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Dec. 00 | Yes, it is JJ Cale, but I was just in the mood for a song...and you took my favorite Skynyrd song Froy :) if it'll make you happy, here's an original :P Whiskey bottles, and brand new cars Oak tree you're in my way There's too much coke and too much smoke Look what's going on inside you Ooooh that smell Can't you smell that smell Ooooh that smell The smell of death surrounds you Angel of darkness is upon you Stuck a needle in your arm So take another toke, have a blow for your nose One more drink fool, will drown you Ooooh that smell Can't you smell that smell Ooooh that smell The smell of death surrounds you Now they call you Prince Charming Can't speak a word when you're full of 'ludes Say you'll be all right come tomorrow But tomorrow might not be here for you Ooooh that smell Can't you smell that smell Ooooh that smell The smell of death surrounds you Hey, you're a fool you Stick them needles in your arm I know I been there before One little problem that confronts you Got a monkey on your back Just one more fix, Lord might do the trick One hell of a price for you to get your kicks Ooooh that smell Can't you smell that smell Ooooh that smell The smell of death surrounds you Ooooh that smell Can't you smell that smell Ooooh that smell The smell of death surrounds you < | ||||
| atomic punk | posted on 04-03-2001 @ 2:44 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01 | Here's one of my favorite Skynyrd tunes. I like Travis Tritt's version too! :) (Rossington/VanZant) Well everytime that I come home nobody wants to let me be It seems that all the friends I got just got to come interrogate me Well, I appreciate your feelings and I don't want to pass you by But I don't ask you about your business, don't ask me about mine Well its true I love the money and I love my brand new car I like drinkin' the best of whiskey and playing in a honky tonk bar But when I come off the road, well I just got to have my time 'Cause I got to find a break in this action, else I'm gonna lose my mind (Chorus) So, don't ask me no questions And I won't tell you no lies So, don't ask me about my business And I won't tell you goodbye That's right Well, "what's your favorite color and do you dig the brothers," is drivin' me up a wall And everytime I think I can sleep, some fool has got to call Well don't you think that when I come home, I just want a little peace of mind If you want to talk about the business buddy, you're just wastin' time (Chorus) I said don't ask no stupid questions and I won't send you away If you want to talk fishin, well I guess that'll be OK  | ||||
This status is sponsored by: P®oJë©T M@¥hέm I Mod VG's ass! | posted on 04-03-2001 @ 6:38 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | ...one of my favorite Skynyrd tunes... (VanZant/Collins) 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 and tired 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...  Professional Slacker To look at all of my photo albums click my sig pic or just Visit this Website E-Mail Me Proud Adoptor of candy girl & (position available) | ||||
| Mr. Brownstone | posted on 04-04-2001 @ 12:56 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Dec. 00 | Someone had to do it. 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.  We'll roll on with our heads held high Our conscience in the gutter Our dreams up in the sky ---The Living End | ||||
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