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Skynyrd Lynyrd God Guns

Somewhere south of Winslow the road went right and I went left Nothin' out my window but desert, dirt, and death From outta nowhere stood an angel from

(feat. Rob Zombie) 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

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

Woman lose my number You can't get to me My pockets ain't deep enough Your eyes were seeing green I caught you lyin', you're a cheat Oh Lord shame on

at my hands Yeah, I've driven by the White House, Spent some time in jail. Momma cried but she still wouldn't pay my bail. I ain't been no angel, But even God

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

(Ed King - Ronnie Van Zant - Gary Rossington) Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the Southland I miss Alabamy

Well I heard it on the late night radio For the umpteenth time headin' from LA to the Florida coast I was between black coffee and shifting gears When

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