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Endangered Species Released: August 9, 1994 Recorded: Masterfonicas Studio, Nashville, Tennessee Label: Capricorn Records Producer: Barry Beckett Endangered Species is the album by Southern rock band, Lynyrd Skynyrd. It was released in 1994, and features mostly acoustic instrumentation, as well as Ronnie Van Zant's younger brother, Johnny, as lead vocalist. Many of the songs are Skynyrd's most known songs, with new material released alongside. |
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Line up: Johnny Van Zant - Vocals Gary Rossington - Guitar, Acoustic Guitar Mike Estes - Guitar, Acoustic Guitar Leon Wilkeson - Bass, Acoustic Bass Billy Powell - Piano Owen Hale - Percussion, Drums Ed King - Guitar, Mandolin, Acoustic Guitar Dale Krantz-Rossington - Background Vocals, Vocals Debbie Davis - Background Vocals |
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Down South Jukin' Ronnie Van Zant, Gary Rossington Well, Billy Joe told me ,well everything's lookin' fine He got the place all secure, got the icebox full of wine He said, now hurry on all and don't be late I got three lovely ladies who just won't wait We'll do some down south jukin', lookin' for some peace of mind Now put your Sunday pants, lets get out on the road We've been workin' all week and I think its time we let go We got three fine mamas sitting all alone Gonna sip our wine, gonna get it on And do some down south jukin, lookin' for some peace of mind Well, come Monday morning we'll be headed out to the the field We'll be doin' everything for Papa and ol' Uncle Bill Well, come Friday night we'll be headed to town Tryin' to pick up any woman hanging around And do some down south jukin', lookin' for some peace of mind And do some down south jukin', lookin' for some peace of mind And do some down south jukin', lookin' for a peace of mind |
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Heartbreak Hotel M. Boren Axton, Tommy Burden, Elvis Presley Since my baby left me, I found a new place to dwell Down at the end of lonely street at heartbreak hotel I get so lonely baby I get so lonely, I get so lonely I could die Though the place is crowded, you still can find some room Where those broken hearted lovers cry away their blues I get so lonely baby I get so lonely, I get so lonely I could die I get so lonely I get so lonely, I get so lonely I could die I get so lonely I get so lonely, I get so lonely |
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Devil in the Bottle Gary Rossington, Dale Krantz Rossington, Johnny VanZant Well, there's a devil in the bottle, staring straight at me Daring me to reach out, but I know he's testing me If I take just one sip, I become that devil's son Act a fool, sell my soul before God and everyone Oh Lord, I know, I only hurt the ones I love I'm walkin' down this dead end road, all alone and by myself Wish I could blame the whiskey, but I can only blame myself Running out of chances, and Lord that's such a crime I got to find the answer before I lose my mind Oh Lord its a cryin shame, oh Lord I've caused so much pain I only hurt the ones I love There's a devil in a bottle that just won't let me be So many times I've been hurtin' my soul and family But I got free on the day I fought the Devil in the bottle The next time that ol' devil tries to get the best of me I'll smash that bottle against the wall and know I'm finally free There's a devil in a bottle that just won't let me be There's so many times I let him hurt me I got free the day I fought the Devil in the bottle Devil in the bottle Devil in the bottle |
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Things Goin' On Gary Rossington, Ronnie Van Zant Have you ever lived down in the ghetto? Have you ever felt the cold wind blow? 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. They're goin ruin the air we breathe Lord have mercy. They're gonna ruin us all, by and by. I'm telling you all beware I don't think they really care I think they just sit up there And just get high. |
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Saturday Night Special Ed King, Ronnie Van Zant Two feets they come a creepin' Like a black cat do And two bodies are lyin' naked Creeper think he got nothin' to lose So he creeps into this house, yeah And unlocks the door And while a man reaching for his trousers Shoots him full of 38 holes It'a a Saturday night special Got a barrel that's blue and cold Ain't no good for nothin' But put a man six feet in a hole Big Jim's been drinkin' whiskey And playing poker on a losin' night Pretty soon Big Jim starts a thinkin' Somebody been chatin' and lyin' So Big Jim commences to fightin' I wouldn't tell you ni lie And Big Jim done grab his pistol Shot his friend right between the eyes Hands guns are made for killin' Ain't no good for nothin' else And if you like your whiskey You might even shot yourself So why don't we dump 'em people To the bottom of the sea Before some fool come around here Wanna shoot either you and me Sweet Home Alabama I Ain't the One Am I Losin' All I Have Is a Song |
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Sweet Home Alabama Ed King/Gary Rossington/Ronnie Van Zant Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the Southland I miss Alabamy once again And I think its a sin, yes Well I heard mister Young sing about her Well, I heard ole Neil put her down Well, I hope Neil Young will remember A Southern man don't need him around anyhow Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Sweet Home Alabama Lord, I'm coming home to you In Birmingham they love the governor Now we all did what we could do Now Watergate does not bother me Does your conscience bother you? Tell the truth Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Sweet Home Alabama Lord, I'm coming home to you Here I come Alabama Now Muscle Shoals has got the Swampers And they've been known to pick a song or two Lord they get me off so much They pick me up when I'm feeling blue Now how about you? 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 Yea, yea Montgomery's got the answer |
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I Ain't The One Gary Rossington, Ronnie Van Zant Well, I'll tell you plainly baby What I plan to do Well, I may be crazy baby But I ain't no fool Your daddy's rich, mama And you're overdue But I ain't the one, baby Been messing with you Got bells in your mind, mama I think its time for me to move along I do believe Now your're talking jive, woman When you say to me 'N take care of me You know and I know, baby I ain't the one I never hurt you sweet hear I never pulled my gun Got bells in your mind, baby So won't you pardon me? I think its time for me to move along I do believe |
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Am I Losin' G. Rossington, Ronnie Van Zant I recall when I used to come home never had a dime But Lord I always had a good time And I recall drinkin' wine with one of my friends Lord, I can't go back again Am I losin' my own way back home Am I losin' a good friend that I've known Am I losin' won't you tell me how I've sinned Why am I losin one of my bets friends And I recall this friend of mine I knew so well It goes to show Lord you just can't tell Now my friend won't talk to me Let me tell you why he thinks I 've changed because of a dollar sign Am I losin' my own way back home Am I losin' a good friend that I've known Am I losin' won't you tell me how I've sinned Why am I losin one of my bets friends And its so strange when you get just a little money Your so called friends want to act just a little funny They'll blame you But I'm not the one that's here to blame Its you my friend that's really changed Its a shame, such a shame Am I losin' once again Why these things happen, Lord I don't understand But Lord it can sure hurt a man Why my friend won't take me as I am 'Cause your friend Lord is the most important thing Am I losin' my own way back home Am I losin' a good friend that I've known Am I losin' won't you tell me how I've sinned Why am I losin one of my bets friends |
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All I Have Is A Song Gary Rossington, Johnny Van Zant These ol' white lines on the highway Lord its all I know Seems like I've been out all my life But I just can't let it go Oh you know I ain't complainin' Cause I can tell, Lord its just your plan So I thank you for what I have And that's a song All I have is a song I keep thinkin' about the friends I've had And all the meories we've shared They keep comin' back, time and time again Sometimes I wonder was it worth the cost And all I've lost Oh you know I ain't complainin' Cause I can tell, Lord its just your plan So I thank you for what I have And that's a song All I have is a song So I play this song one more time, 'cause Lord its all I know I'll be standin' at your door following along 'Cause all I have is a song And this song will live on All I have is a song A piece of me to live on |
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Poison Whiskey Ed King, Ronnie Van Zant Daddy was a Cajun baby, raised on Southern land So my kinfolks tell me, was a street-fightin' man. Well, they rushed him down to see the doctor well the doctor just checked his head The only thing thats wrong with him was,Johnny walkers Red He drank ole poison whiskey and it killed him dead. It happened back in the bayou baby many years ago Satan came to take him and he did it real slow Well, they rushed him back to see the doctor Yeah the doctor just shook his head, Twenty years of rotgut whiskey Done killed this poor man dead. He drank ole poison whiskey And 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 that doctor, Yeah the doctor gonna check yo head. The only thing he's gonna tell ya baby Stop drinkin' Juohnny walkers Red Don't drink poison whiskey, don't you drink it boy. |
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Good Luck, Bad Luck Ed King, Mike Estes I ain't the son of the seventh son, black cats won't cross my path Good luck comes I just watch it run and it sure does run out fast I wasn't born under no bad sign, but it was friday the 13th East, west, no, yes Hot, cold, tell you this Ain't nothin' in between It’s either good luck - I'm the last to get it Bad luck - I'm the first When it's good, ain't nothin' better When it's bad, ain't nothin' worse Well life can be a little hard sometimes, you do what you gotta do A lot depends on the luck a man has and the cards that's been dealt to you I'd fold this hand if I could or at least take a card or two I been around Had my ups and downs Tell me does it sound little like you Good luck - I'm the last to get it Bad luck - I'm the first When it's good, ain't nothin' better When it's bad, ain't nothin' worse Its either good luck - I'm the last to get it Bad luck - I'm the first When it's good, ain't nothin' better When it's bad, ain't nothin' worse Its either good luck - I'm the last to get it Bad luck - I'm the first When it's good, ain't nothin' better When it's bad, ain't nothin' worse Good luck, bad luck |
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The Last Rebel Gary Rossington, Johnny Van Zant, Robert Johnson, Michael Lunn There's a grey horse standin' still As a soldier climbs in the saddle for one last ride As the rain pours off his hat You can see the shadows of the past written in his eyes Now the cannons are silent His friends are all gone Gotta put it all behind him If he ever wants to find his way home He's the last rebel on the road Just a boy with his old guitar Keeps to himself but everybody takes him wrong But he carries on Got a dream that will never die Can't change him, no use in stayin' where you don't belong Now he's rollin' down the highway Gone too far too fast No one will ever find him, he'll never look back 'Cause he's the last rebel And he's all alone He's the last rebel His friends are all gone He's the last rebel The last rebel on the road There'll never be another like him He's the last of a dying breed Ain't no use in tryin' to tame him 'Cause he's the last rebel |
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Hillbilly Blues Gary Rossington, Ed King, Johnny Van Zant, Mike Estes Getting work ain't easy in the hills of Tennessee But things are bad all over my friends keep telling me Even though I grew up there and never thought I'd leave Had too many bills to pay, seven mouths to feed Movin' to the city was all that I could do Got them hillbilly blues People here won't say goodmorning, they won't even take the time I guess I know just how it feels to have something on your mind So all I want is to go back home and fish in a mountain stream This ol' life I'm living Lord, you know it ain't for me They say the sun it shines out here, but all I see is rain Got them hillbilly blues Got them hillbilly blues All I want is to go back home and fish in a mountain stream This ol' life I'm living Lord, you know it ain't for me They say the sun it shines out here, but all I see is rain Got them hillbilly blues Hillbilly blues Hillbilly blues |
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