God & Guns

I remember the day that he came in
I can't believe how long it's been
Like a poet, he began to play
Just an old friend that hung with the band
A drinkin' man he had no plan
But he played the 'Bird
Played it for free

'Cause I know he's here
He's everywhere
Take a look around oh and you will see
That cross we bear
It's in the air
Lord we thank you for these gifted hands

There are demons we live with every day
That tear at our hearts and take us away
To another place
Some of us don't get back
This song is for the hands of the workin' man
Who believes in himself and he understands
Love, hope, and faith are The Maker's plan

'Cause I know he's here
He's everywhere
Take a look around oh and you will see
That cross we bear
It's in the air
Lord we thank you for these gifted hands

One day we'll all take that ride
And with those gifted hands I know you'll fly

Floyd was a trapper way back in the holler
Made moonshine so he could make a dollar
Six feet tall, dressed in overalls
And wore himself a long gray beard

People say Floyd came to town one day
But two law dogs got in his way
Floyd never hurt no one in his life
But they never came back this way
No, they never came back this way

And the people say
Aye, aye, aye, aye hear the hound dogs moan
Aye, aye, aye, aye now that Floyd is long gone
And the creeper was a creepin' and the souls they were hollerin' singin'
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye

The G-men came out to track him down
But the swamp was too deep, even one of them drowned
They sent in the hellhounds but they turned around singing
How how how how how

And the people say
Aye, aye, aye, aye hear the hound dogs moan
Aye, aye, aye, aye now that Floyd is long gone
And the creeper was a creepin' and the souls they were hollerin' singin'
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye

Yeah the souls are they were cryin'
Yeah the creeper he was creepin'

Sheriff Boudreaux came to talk to his neighbors
All they could say is he was eaten by a gator
The legend lives on but Floyd he's at home singing
How how how how how

And the soul said
Aye, aye, aye, aye hear the hound dogs moan
Aye, aye, aye, aye now that Floyd is long gone
Aye, aye, aye, aye now that Floyd is long gone
There's a full moon now
The moon was shinin' bright singing
Aye aye aye aye aye

I think it's gonna be good night here Rickey!
I think it's time to rock!
It's gonna be hell of a show!


People out there in the parking lot
Smoking that stuff it's a rebel flag rock
Turn it up, crank it out, let me hear you shout!
That sweet soul southern music!

So put your hands in the air
Give us all you got

We're feeling right (feelin' right)
Gonna take all night (take all night)
To rock this joint the way it's supposed to be
Young and old (young and old)
3 generations bold (generations)
We've been told
It's a Skynyrd nation!

Motorcycle ladies hugging up to their daddies
Oh teenage bangers they're all getting ready!
Open those gates gonna rock tonight
Oh when those lights go down it's a beautiful sight!

So put your hands in the air
Give us all you got

We're feeling right (feelin' right)
Gonna take all night (take all night)
To rock this joint the way it's supposed to be
Young and old (young and old)
3 generations bold (generations)
We've been told
It's a Skynyrd nation!

Hey put your hands in the air!

We're feeling right (feelin' right)
Gonna take all night (take all night)
To rock this joint the way it's supposed to be
Young and old (young and old)
3 generations bold (generations)
We've been told
It's a Skynyrd nation!

Skynyrd nation! (young and old)
Skynyrd nation! (3 generations more!)

We've been told

It's a Skynyrd nation!

When I was 15 I dreamed of leaving my home
I had to see the world
And live like a rolling stone
I heard California was paved in gold
So I hopped on that train
It didn't come easy
But I keep thinkin' bout
The green grass and missing my home

Take me back to my southern ways
Where I can be myself and live another day
Take me back to my southern ways
Where the tall pines blow and the southern winds kiss my face

Oh southern grace

Me and my boys started a band
Practiced everyday out on the Hell House land
Played every honky tonk and this ol' bar
To sing about ol' Bama
We were just simple men
The music is forever
And the songs will never ever end

Take me back to my southern ways
Where I can be myself and live another day
Take me back to my southern ways
Where the tall pines blow and the southern winds kiss my face

Oh take me back!

I sit here thinkin' about those days
I wouldn't change a thing about my life today
Ain't it funny how time sure flies
'Cause all I ever wanted and needed
WAS YOU

Take me back to my southern ways
Where I can be myself and live another day
Take me back to my southern ways
Where the tall pines blow and the St. John's flows, and only God - he

Knows, and those southern winds kiss my face

Sometimes I want to light up underneath the no smoking sign
Sometimes I wished they'd tell me how justice got so blind
I wish they'd just leave me alone cause I'm doing alright
You can take your change on down the road and leave me here with mine

Cause that ain't my America, that ain't this country's roots
You want to slam ol Uncle Sam but I ain't lettin' you
I'm mad as hell and you know I still, bleed red white and blue
That ain't us, That ain't my America, That ain't My America

Yeah I was standing there in Dallas, waiting on a plane
I overheard an old man tell a young soldier thanks
Young soldier hung his head and said its hard to believe
You're the only one that took the time to say a word to me

And the old man said

That ain't my America, that ain't this country's roots
You want to slam ol' Uncle Sam but I ain't lettin' you
Yeah I'm mad as hell and you know I still, bleed red white and blue
That ain't us, That ain't my America, That ain't My America

It's to the women and men in their hands they hold a bible and a gun
And they ain't afraid of nothing when they're holding either one, oh, uh
Now there's kids that cant pray in school, hundred dollar tanks of gas,
I can tell you right now this country ain't, ain't supposed to be like that

No, that ain't my America, that ain't this country's roots
You want to slam ol' Uncle Sam but I ain't lettin' you
Yeah I'm mad as hell and you know I still, bleed red white and blue
That ain't us, that ain't my, that ain't my America, oh no, That Ain't My America

No, no, no, no, oh, oh, uh huh, that ain't my America, oh no

Broken bones, broken hearts
Stripped down and torn apart
A little bit of rust
I'm still runnin'
Counting miles, counting tears
Twist of roads, shifting gears
Year after year
It's all or nothing

But I'm not home
I'm not lost
Still holding on to what I got
Ain't much left
Though there's so much that's been stolen
Guess I've lost everything I've had
But I'm not dead, at least not yet
Still alone, still alive, still unbroken
I'm still alone, still alive, I'm still unbroken

Never captured, never tamed
Wild horses on the plains
You can call me lost, I call it freedom
I feel a spirit in my soul
It's something Lord I can't control
I'm never giving up while I'm still breathing

I'm not home
I'm not lost
Still holding on to what I got
Ain't much left
Though there's so much that's been stolen
Guess I've lost everything I've had
I'm not dead, at least not yet
Still alone, still alive, still unbroken
I'm still alone, still alive, I'm still unbroken

I'm still unbroken

Still unbroken

Like the wind, like the rain
Keeps on running through my veins
Like a river pouring down into the ocean
I'm out here on the street
But I'm standing on my feet
Still alive, still alone, still unbroken

I'm not home
I'm not lost
Still holding on to what I got
Ain't much left
Though there's so much that's been stolen
Guess I've lost everything I've had
But I'm not dead, at least not yet
Still alive, still alone, still unbroken
I'm still alone, still alive, I'm still unbroken
I'm still alone, still alive, I'm still unbroken

I'm still unbroken

I ain't never going down

I'm still unbroken
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