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Lynyrd Skynyrd - Gimme Back My Bullets - 1976
Gimme Back my Bullets
Released: February 2, 1976 (US)
Recorded Sep. 7-9, 1975 at the Record Plant, Los Angeles (tracks 2,4,8)
and Nov. 28-30, 1975 at Capricorn Studios, Macon, Georgia 

Label: MCA (US) 
Producer: Tom Dowd


Ronnie Van Zant - lead vocals, lyrics
Allen Collins - guitars
Gary Rossington - guitars
Billy Powell - keyboards
Leon Wilkeson - bass, background vocals
Artimus Pyle - drums, percussion
Track listing:
    Side One:
  1. Gimme Back My Bullets (G.Rossington - R. Van Zant) - 3:28
  2. Every Mother's Son (A.Collins - R. Van Zant) - 4:56
  3. Trust (A.Collins - G.Rossington - R. Van Zant) - 4:25
  4. I Got the Same Old Blues (J.J.Cale) - 4:08
  5. Side Two:
  6. Double Trouble (A.Collins - R. Van Zant) - 2:49
  7. Roll Gypsy Roll (A.Collins - G.Rossington - R. Van Zant) - 2:50
  8. Searching (A.Collins - J. Leiber - M. Stoller - R. Van Zant) - 3:17
  9. Cry for the Bad Man (G.Rossington - A.Collins - R. Van Zant) - 4:48
  10. All I Can Do Is Write About It (A.Collins - R. Van Zant) - 4:16

  11. 1999 CD reissue bonus tracks:
  12. Gimme Back My Bullets (Live) (G.Rossington - R. Van Zant) - 4:18
  13. Cry For The Bad Man (Live) (G.Rossington - A.Collins - R. Van Zant) - 5:35



Gimme Back My Bullets
(G.Rossington - R. Van Zant)

Life is so strange when its changin', yes indeed 
Well I've seen the hard times and the pressure's been on me 
But I keep on workin' like the workin' man do 
And I've got my act together, gonna walk all over you

Gimme back my bullets 
Put 'em back where they belong 
Ain't foolin' around 'cause I done had my fun 
Ain't gonna see no more damage done 
Gimme back my bullets

Sweet talkin' people done ran me out of town 
And I drank enough whiskey to float a battleship around 
But I'm leavin' this game one step ahead of you 
And you will not hear me cry 'cause I do not sing the blues

Gimme back my bullets 
Put 'em back where they belong 
Ain't foolin' around 'cause I done had my fun 
Ain't gonna see no more damage done 
Gimme back, gimme back my bullets 
Oh, put 'em back... where they belong

Been up and down since I turned seventeen 
Well I've been on top, and then it seems I lost my dream 
But I got it back, I'm feelin' better everyday 
Tell all those pencil pushers, better get out of my way

Gimme back my bullets 
Put 'em back where they belong 
Ain't foolin' around, 'cause I done had my fun 
Ain't gonna see no more damage done 
Gimme back, gimme back my bullets 
Oh put 'em back where they belong 
Gimme back my bullets


Every Mother's Son
(A.Collins - R. Van Zant)

Well I've been ridin' a winning horse for a long, long time
Sometimes I wonder is this the end of the line
No one should take advantage of who they are
No man has got it made
If he thinks he does, he's wrong

Every mother's son better hear what I say
Every mother's son will rise and fall someday

I've seen it happen so many times, so many times before
Some man got so much money he doesn't worry no more
Or he's got such a pretty woman that'll treat him fine
Well my friend has been a fool
It happens everytime

Every mother's son better hear what I say
Every mother's son will rise and fall someday

I'm not tryin' to preach to no one, to no one at all
I've seen so many of my good friends just rise to fall
'Cause they got so much money or a woman so fine
Well my friends have all been fools, it happens every time

Every mother's son better hear what I say
Every mother's son will rise and fall someday

What I say
Every mother's son better hear what I say
Every mother's son will rise and fall someday

What I say
Oh, every mother's son will rise and fall someday


Trust
A.Collins - G.Rossington - R. Van Zant

I'd like to tell y'all a story 
About a friend of mine 
Who liked to drink good whiskey, oh Lord 
And have a real good time 
His woman, you know she left him 
And stole that boy's brand new car 
And ran out of town with a guitar picker 
Said he gonna be a superstar 
Sure you are

You can't alway trust your woman 
You can't always trust your best friend 
Beware of the ones that you need y'all 
'Cause those might be the ones that do you in
Don't talk no stuff to no slicker 
Don't tell your feelings to your friend 
Don't tell your woman that you love her, because 
That's when your trouble begins 
There are many ladies here among us 
That'll stab you in the back when you ain't around 
There are many, so many of your very best friends 
That'll kick you in the head when you are down 
Yes they will

Don't you backtalk the police 
'Cause its his job to put you in the jail 
They'll lock you up, boy and throw away the key 
And your best friend won't even go your bail 
There are many slickers here among us 
That are all dressed up in suits and ties 
But don't you show your pain, Lord in front of them 
'Cause if you do you kiss yourself goodbye, alright


I Got the Same Old Blues
J.J.Cale

Have you heard that rumor that's goin' around 
My baby's got a man, lord way across town 
Its the same old story 
Tell me where will it end 

Yes I heard the news its the same old blues again
Well I wrote you a letter, must have read it wrong 
Stood at the doorway and baby you was gone 
Took a lot of courage 
To let the telephone ring 

I got the same old blues, same old blues again
Well you gave me the business, though I didn't mind 
'Cause I got a lot of patience, Lord got a lot of time 
Its the same old story 
Tell me where will it end 

I got the same old blues, same old blues again 
Here come my blues
Gonna find me a mountain and gonna hide out 
Ain't talkin' to you babe, Lord I ain't comin' back 
Well I heard that rumor, tell where will it end 

I got the same old blues, same old blues again
Have you heard that rumor that's goin' around 
My baby's got a man, lord way across town 
Its the same old story 
Tell me where will this end 

Yes I heard the news its the same old blues again 
I got the same old blues, same old blues again
I got the blues ... same old blues


Double Trouble
A.Collins - R. Van Zant

Eleven times I been busted, eleven times I been to jail 
Some of the times I been there nobody could go my bail 
Well it seems to me, Lord that this ol' boy just don't fit 
Well I can jump in a rosebush and come out smelling like sh... 

Those misters dressed in blue never done so right by me 
Some of the times I was innocent but the judge said guilty 
I'm not one to complain now son I tell you true 
When the black cat cross your trail, Lord 
It comes in misery times two

Double trouble - that's what my friends all call me 
Double trouble
I said, double trouble
Trouble


Well I was born down in the gutter 
With a temper as hot as fire 
Spent ninety days on a peat farm just doin' the county's time 
Well now, even mama said Son you're bad news 
And it won't be too long before someone puts one through you

Double trouble - that's what my friends all call me 
Double trouble
I said, double trouble
Trouble


Roll Gypsy Roll
A.Collins - G.Rossington - R. Van Zant

Ridin' on a greyhound, countin' those white lines 
Destination I don't know and I'm feelin' like I'm dyin' 
Well ten years on this road, my its took its toll 
But the man with the plan says the band has got to go 
I said roll gypsy roll 
Lord just pick up your bags and go 

Met many a woman on my way down the line 
Every woman that I met I left satisfied 
I made lots of money, just how much I don't know 
But most of the money I done stuck up my nose 
I said roll gypsy roll 
Lord just pick up your bags and go 

Gypsy's life's a story and its one that's never told 
He's always hungry, he's always on the go 
With no tomorrow, its how it seems to be 
When you're moving around from town to town

Made lots of money just how much I don't know 
But most of the money I done stuck up my nose 
And maybe that's the reason I don't know where I'm going 
I don't know


Searching
A.Collins - J. Leiber - M. Stoller - R. Van Zant
 
I asked the wiseman one sunny day 
Can you help me find my way 
You're so much older and wiser too 
Would you help me mr wiseman 
I'm feelin' blue 
Oh I'm not satisfied

He said you're not doin too bad, not bad at all 
You're just trying to walk son before you can
crawl 
You got stacks of money to sky up above 
Now all you need is to find you a love 

He sent me searchin' to find my love 
He sent me searchin' to the Lord up above 
He sent me searchin' just to find the mornin'
dove 
And she'll tell you where to find your love 
Oh mr wiseman I need to find my love 

You can have anything in this god's world 
But you won't be happy son 'til you find a girl 
Now you can be happy boy if you try 
Find a woman boy, you'll be satisfied 

He sent me searchin' to find my love 
He sent me searchin' , I said Lord up above 
He sent me searchin' just to find the mornin'
dove 
And she'll tell you where to find your love 

He sent me searchin' to find my love 
He sent me searchin' , I said Lord up above 
He sent me searchin' just to find the mornin'
dove 
And she'll tell you where to find your love 

Oh Lord, he sent me searchin'


Cry for the Bad Man
G.Rossington - A.Collins - R. Van Zant

Well he walks so tall to be so small
Never met a man who's stranger
He lives his life for a dollar sign
And to deal with him is dangerous

He knocked me down but I'm on my feet
Now I'm so much wiser
I'd rather quit and go back home
Than to deal with the money miser

Uuuuh
Let's cry for this bad man
Uuuuh
I sing a song for the bad man

Well, you treat me right baby, I'll treat you right
That's the way its supposed to be
I put my faith down in my friend
And he almost put an end to me

Well I work seven days a week
Eight when I am able
When you take money from me
You take food from my mama's table

Uuuuh
Let's cry for this bad man
Uuuuh
I wrote a song for the bad man

Oh baby you know who you are

Uuuuh
Let's cry for this bad man
Uuuuh
I wrote a song for the bad man
Way down in Georgia

Well, you treat me right baby, I'll treat you right
That's the way its supposed to be
I put my faith down in my friend
And he almost put an end to me

Well, when you take my money baby
When you hurt my family
I go walkin' through the swamps without no shoes
Step on a snake it scares you

Uuuuh
Let's cry for this bad man
Uuuuh
I wrote a song for the bad man

Uuuuh
Oh let's cry for this bad man
Uuuuh
I wrote a song for the bad man
Oh baby straight to you
You know he's so bad, so bad


All I Can Do Is Write About It
A.Collins - R. Van Zant

Well this life that I've lead has took me everywhere
There ain't no place I ain't never gone
But its kind of like the saying that you heard so many times
Well there just ain't no plae like home

Did you ever see a shegator protect her young
Or a fish in a river swimming free
Did you ever see the beauty of the hills of Carolina
Or the sweetness of the grass in Tennessee

And Lord I can't make any changes
All I can do is write 'em in a song
I can see the concrete slowly creepin'
Lord take me and mine before that comes

Do you like to see a mountain stream a-flowin'
Do you like to see a youngun with his dog
Did you ever stop to think about, well, the air your breathin'
Well you better listen to my song

And Lord I can't make any changes
All I can do is write 'em in a song
I can see the concrete slowly creepin'
Lord take me and mine before that comes

I'm not tryin' to put down no big cities
But the things they write about us is just a bore
Well you can take a boy out of ol' Dixieland
But you'll never take ol' Dixie from a boy

And Lord I can't make any changes
All I can do is write 'em in a song
I can see the concrete slowly creepin'
Lord take me and mine before that comes
'Cause I can see the concrete slowly creepin'
Lord take me and mine before that comes

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