Second Helping
Lynyrd Skynyrd
1974 Released
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Sweet Home Alabama
04 : 47
2
I Need You
06 : 52
3
Don’t Ask Me No Questions
03 : 26
4
Workin’ for MCA
04 : 47
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The Ballad of Curtis Loew
04 : 52
6
Swamp Music
03 : 33
7
The Needle and the Spoon
03 : 56
8
Call Me the Breeze
05 : 08
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Track Lyrics
Sweet Home Alabama Lyrics
[Intro]
One, two, three
Turn it up
[Verse 1]
Big wheels keep on turnin'
Carry me home to see my kin
Singin' songs about the Southland
I miss Alabamy once again
And I think it's a sin, yes
[Verse 2]
Well, I heard Mr. Young sing about her (Southern man)
Well, I heard ol' Neil put her down
Well, I hope Neil Young will remember
A Southern man don't need him around, anyhow
[Chorus]
Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you
[Verse 3]
In Birmingham they loved the governor
Boo, boo, boo
Now we all did what we could do
Now Watergate does not bother me
Does your conscience bother you?
Tell the truth
[Chorus]
Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you
Here I come, Alabama
[Guitar Solo]
[Bridge]
Ah-ah-ah, Alabama
Ah-ah-ah, Alabama
Ah-ah-ah, Alabama
Ah-ah-ah, Alabama
[Verse 4]
Now Muscle Shoals has got the Swampers
And they've been known to pick a song or two (Yes, they do)
Lord, they get me off so much
They pick me up when I'm feelin' blue
Well now, how 'bout you?
[Chorus]
Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you
Sweet home Alabama (Oh, sweet home, baby)
Where the skies are so blue (And the governor's true)
Sweet home Alabama (Lordy)
Lord, I'm coming home to you
Yeah, yeah
[Outro]
Mont… Montgomery's got the answer
Workin’ for MCA Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Seven years of hard luck, coming down on me
From the Florida border, yes up to Nashville Tennessee
I worked in every joint you can name, mister every honky tonk
Along come Mr. Yankee Slicker, saying maybe you're what I want
[Chorus]
Want you to sign your contract
Want you to sign today
Gonna give you lots of money
Workin' for MCA
[Verse 2]
9000 dollars, that's all we could win
But we smiled at the Yankee Slicker with a big ol' Southern grin
They're gonna take me out to California gonna make me a superstar
Just pay me all my money, mister, maybe you won't get a scar
[Chorus]
Want you to sign your contract
Want you to sign today
Gonna give you lots of money
Workin' for MCA
[Electric Piano and Guitar solos]
[Verse 3]
Oh slickers took my money since I was seventeen
If it ain't no pencil pusher, then it got to be a honky tonk queen
But I'll sign my contract baby, and I want you people to know
That every penny that I make, I'm gonna see where my money goes
[Chorus]
Want you to sign your contract
Want you to sign today
Gonna give you lots of money
Workin' for MCA
The Ballad of Curtis Loew Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Well I used to wake the mornin'
Before the rooster crowed
Searchin' 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
[Verse 2]
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 'cross 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
Well I got your drinkin' money
Tune up your dobro
People said he was useless
Them people all were fools
'Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker
To ever play the blues
[Verse 3]
He looked to be sixty
And maybe I was ten
Mama used to whoop 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]
Play me a song
Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew
Well I got your drinkin' money
Tune up your dobro
People said he was useless
Them people all were fools
'Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker
To ever play the blues
Yes, sir
[Guitar solos]
[Verse 4]
On the day old Curtis died
Nobody came to pray
Ol' preacher said some words
And they chucked him in the clay
Well 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
[Chorus]
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
The Needle and the Spoon Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Thirty days, Lord and thirty nights
I'm coming home on an airplane flight
Mama waiting at the ticket line
Tell me son why do you stand there crying
[Chorus]
It was the needle and the spoon
And a trip to the moon
Took me away, took me away
[Verse 2]
I've been feeling 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 you're dead
[Chorus]
Quit the needle, quit the spoon
Quit the trip to the moon
We're going to take you away
Lord, we going to take you away
It was the needle and the spoon
[Guitar solo]
[Verse 3]
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
[Outro]
Lord, they gonna bury you boy
Don't mess with the needle
Now I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
Call Me the Breeze Lyrics
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 1]
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
[Instrumental Break 01:21-02:22]
[Guitar Solo]
[Verse 2]
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
[Instrumental Break 02:49-03:56]
[Keyboard Solo]
[Verse 3]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Outro]
Oooh Mr. Breeze