(pronounced ’lĕh‐’nérd ’skin‐’nérd) Album

Artist(s): Lynyrd Skynyrd

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Lynyrd Skynyrd (pronounced ’lĕh‐’nérd ’skin‐’nérd) Cover Art

Tracklist

I Ain’t the One

length: 3:54
producer: Al Kooper
lead vocals: Ronnie Van Zant
engineer: Al Kooper, Rodney Mills, Bob "Tub" Langford and Danny Turbeville
keyboard: Billy Powell
drums (drum set): Bob Burns
bass guitar: Ed King
guitar: Gary Rossington and Allen Collins
composer: Gary Rossington, Ronnie Van Zant

Now I'll tell you plainly, baby, what a plan to do.
Say, I may be crazy, woman, but I ain't no fool.
Your daddy's rich, mama, and you're overdue
But I ain't the one, baby, been messin' with you.
Got bells in your mind, lady, and it's easy to see.
I think it's time for me to move along, I do believe.

Or are you tryin' to put a hook on me? oh no...

Now you're talkin' jive, woman, when you say to me
That your daddy's gonna take us in, baby, 'n take care of me.
You know and I know, woman, I ain't the one.
I never hurt you, sweetheart, said, I never pulled my gun.
Got bells in your mind, mama, and it's easy to see.
I think it's time for me to move along, I do believe.

Time for me to put my boots out in the streets.
Are you ready?
Walk on!

Alright little missy, let me tell you a thing or two...

Now you're talkin' jive, woman, when you say to me
That your daddy's gonna take us in, baby, 'n take care of me.
You know and I know, woman, I ain't the one.
I never hurt you, sweetheart, said, I never pulled my gun.
Got bells in your mind, mama, and it's easy to see.
I think it's time for me to move along, I do believe.

Oh, I must be in the middle of some kinda conspiracy...

Tuesday’s Gone

length: 7:33
producer: Al Kooper
lead vocals: Ronnie Van Zant
engineer: Al Kooper, Bob "Tub" Langford, Danny Turbeville and Rodney Mills
keyboard: Billy Powell
drums (drum set): Robert Nix and Bob Burns
mellotron & bass guitar: Roosevelt Gook
guitar: Allen Collins and Gary Rossington
background vocals: Roosevelt Gook
composer: Allen Collins, Ronnie Van Zant
Train roll on, on down the line,
Won't you please take me far, far away.
Now I feel the wind blow, outside my door,
I'm leavin' my woman at home, oh yeah.
Tuesday's gone with the wind,
My baby's gone, gone with the wind.
And I don't know, oh, where I'm goin'.
I just want to be left alone.
When this train ends, I'll try again.
I'm leavin' my woman at home.
My baby's gone

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 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
Train roll on many miles from my home,see I'm,
I'm ridin' my blues, babe, blues away, yeah.
But Tuesday you see, a she had to be free.
Somehow I got to, to carry on.
My baby's gone.

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...train roll on...
Roll on train...roll on train...roll on train
Train roll on...the train, it rolls on
Train rolls on I can't change, I can't change,
I can't change, I can't change,I can't change...
Ride on train
I can't change
Train roll on
Lord, I can't change
I can't change

Gimme Three Steps

length: 4:30
producer: Al Kooper
lead vocals: Ronnie Van Zant
vocal: Ronnie Van Zant
engineer: Bob "Tub" Langford, Danny Turbeville, Rodney Mills and Al Kooper
electric guitar: Allen Collins and Gary Rossington
electric bass guitar: Ed King
keyboard: Billy Powell
percussion: Bobbye Hall
drums (drum set): Bob Burns
bass guitar: Ed King
guitar: Allen Collins and Gary Rossington
composer: Allen Collins, Ronnie Van Zant
I was cutting the rug
Down at place called The Jug
With a girl named Linda Lou
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
Whatcha tryin' to prove?
'Cause that's my woman there
And I'm a man who cares
And this might be all for you"
I said, "Excuse me"

I was scared and fearing for my life
I was shaking like a leaf on a tree
'Cause he was lean, mean
Big and bad, Lord
Pointin' that gun on me
"Oh, 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"

"Oh, won't you
Gimme three steps, gimme three steps, mister
Gimme three steps toward the door?
Gimme three steps, gimme three steps, mister
And you'll never see me no more"

For, sure

Well the crowd cleared away
And I began to pray
And 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 Lou
And that's the break I was looking for
Well, you could hear me screaming a mile away
I was headed out toward the door

"Oh, won't you
Gimme three steps, gimme three steps, mister
Gimme three steps toward the door?
Gimme three steps, gimme three steps, mister
And you'll never see me no more"

Show me the back door

Simple Man

length: 5:57
producer: Al Kooper
lead vocals: Ronnie Van Zant
vocal: Ronnie Van Zant
engineer: Al Kooper, Danny Turbeville, Bob "Tub" Langford and Rodney Mills
electric guitar: Allen Collins and Gary Rossington
electric bass guitar: Ed King
organ: Roosevelt Gook
keyboard: Billy Powell
drums (drum set): Bob Burns
bass guitar: Ed King
guitar: Allen Collins and Gary Rossington
writer: Gary Rossington, Ronnie Van Zant
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.

Ohh 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.
And maybe some day you'll love and understand.
Baby 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.

(Chorus)

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.

(Chorus)

Things Goin’ On

length: 4:59
producer: Al Kooper
lead vocals: Ronnie Van Zant
engineer: Al Kooper, Danny Turbeville, Rodney Mills and Bob "Tub" Langford
keyboard: Billy Powell
percussion: Bobbye Hall
drums (drum set): Bob Burns
bass guitar: Ed King
guitar: Allen Collins and Gary Rossington
composer: 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

Mississippi Kid

length: 3:56
producer: Al Kooper
lead vocals: Ronnie Van Zant
engineer: Al Kooper, Rodney Mills, Bob "Tub" Langford and Danny Turbeville
keyboard: Billy Powell
harmonica: Steve Katz
drums (drum set): Bob Burns
mandolin & bass drum: Roosevelt Gook
guitar: Gary Rossington, Allen Collins and Ed King
composer: Al Kooper, Bob Burns, Ronnie Van Zant
I've got my pistols in my pockets boys
I'm Alabama bound
I've got my pistols in my pockets boys, I'm
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
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

When the kid hits Alabama, people
Don't you try to dog him 'round
When the kid hits Alabama, people
Don't you try to dog him 'round
'Cause if you people cause me trouble
Lord, I got to put you in the ground

Well, I was born in Mississippi
And I don't take any stuff from you
Well, 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 it black and blue

Well, I'm goin' to Alabama
Got my pistols out by my side
Well, I'm ridin' to Alabama
With my pistols out by my side
'Cause down in Alabama you can run
But you sure can't hide

Poison Whiskey

length: 3:13
producer: Al Kooper
lead vocals: Ronnie Van Zant
engineer: Rodney Mills, Bob "Tub" Langford, Danny Turbeville and Al Kooper
organ: Roosevelt Gook
keyboard: Billy Powell
drums (drum set): Bob Burns
bass guitar: Ed King
guitar: Allen Collins and Gary Rossington
composer: Ed King, Ronnie Van Zant
Daddy was a Cajun, raised on Southern land
And so my kinfolks tell me, was a street-fightin' man.
Well, they rushed him down to see the doctor
"Hey doctor, won't you check his head?"
The only thing that was wrong with him
Was Johnny Walker's Red
He drank ole poison whiskey
'Til it killed him dead.

It happened back in the bayou many years ago
Satan came to take him and he did it real slow
Well, they rushed him back to see the doctor
The doctor just shook his head,
"Twenty years of rotgut whiskey
Done killed the poor man dead."
He drank ole poison whiskey
'Til it killed him dead.

Take a tip from me, people... brothers can't you see
Ain't no future in ole poison whiskey.
They're gonna rush you down to see the doctor,
The doctor's gonna shake his head.
The only thing he's gonna tell ya
"Stop drinkin' Johnny Walker's Red
Don't drink poison whiskey, don't you drink it boy.

Free Bird

length: 9:08
producer: Al Kooper
membranophone: Bob Burns
lead vocals: Ronnie Van Zant
engineer: Danny Turbeville, Rodney Mills, Bob "Tub" Langford and Al Kooper
organ: Roosevelt Gook and Al Kooper
keyboard: Billy Powell
drums (drum set): Bob Burns
bass guitar: Ed King
guitar: Gary Rossington and Allen Collins
composer: Allen Collins, Ronnie Van Zant
lyricist: Ronnie Van Zant, Allen Collins
If I leave here tomorrow
Would you still remember me
For I must be travelin' on now
There's too many places I got to see

If I stay 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
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
And the bird you cannot change
And this bird you cannot change
Lord knows, I can't change

Bye and bye baby, it's been sweet love, yeah yeah
Though this feelin' I can't change
Please don't take it so badly
'Cause Lord knows, I'm to blame

And if I stay here with you girl
Things just couldn't even be the same
'Cause I'm as free as a bird now
And this bird you cannot change
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
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