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Second Helping Released April 15, 1974 Recorded Record Plant Studios, Los Angeles in January 1974 Track 1 recorded at Studio One in Doraville, Georgia in June 1973 Label: MCA Producer: Al Kooper Line up: Ronnie Van Zant - lead & backing vocals, J&B Gary Rossington - Gibson Les Paul - guitar Allen Collins - Gibson Firebird - guitar Ed King - Fender Stratocaster - guitar, slide guitar, rhythm & bass on I Need You Billy Powell - keyboards Leon Wilkeson - Gibson Thunderbird - bass Bob Burns - drums except 'I Need You Mike Porter - drums on I Need You Clydie King - background vocals on Sweet Home Alabama Merry Clayton & Friends - background vocals on Sweet Home Alabama Bobby Keys, Trewor Lawrence & Steve Madiao - horns on Don't Ask Me No Questions & Call Me The Breeze Al Kooper - backing vocals, piano on Don't Ask ... & The Ballad Of Curtis Loew, also producer |
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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 Need You Ed King/Gary Rossington/Ronnie Van Zant Ain't no need to worry Ain't no use to cry 'Cause I'll be comin' home soon To keep you satisfied You know I get so lonely That I feel I can't go on And it feels so good inside, baby Just to call you on the telephone I said ... Oh baby, I love you What more can I say Oh baby, I need you I miss you more everyday I woke up early this morning And sun came shining down And it found me wishin' and hopin' Mama, you could be around Well ,you know that I need you More than the air that I breathe And I guess I'm just trying to tell you woman Oh, what you mean to me I try to tell you I love you In each and every way I'm trying to tell you I need you Much more than a piece of leg Oh baby, I love you What more can I say Oh baby I need your sweet lovin I miss you more every day |
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Don't Ask Me No Questions Gary Rossington/Ronnie Van Zant Well everytime that i come home nobody wants to let me be It seems that all the friends i got just got to come interrogate me Well, i appreciate your feelings and i don't want to pass you by But i don't ask you about your business, don't ask me about mine Well its true i love the money and i love my brand new car I like drinkin' the best of whiskey and playing in a honky tonk bar But when i come off the road, well i just got to have my time 'cause i got to find a break in this action, else i'm gonna lose my mind So, don't ask me no questions And i won't tell you no lies So, don't ask me about my business And i won't tell you goodbye That's right Well, "what's your favorite color and do you dig the brothers," is drivin' me up a wall And everytime i think i can sleep, some fool has got to call Well don't you think that when i come home, i just want a little peace of mind If you want to talk about the business buddy, you're just wastin' time I said don't ask no stupid questions and i won't send you away If you want to talk fishin, well i guess that'll be ok |
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Workin' For MCA Ed King/Ronnie Van Zant Seven years of hard luck Comin' down on me From the Florida border, yes Up in Nashville, Tennessee I worked in every joint you can name, yes Every honky-tonk They all come to see yankee slicker saying Baby, you're what I want Want you to sign the contract Want you to sign the date Gonna give you lots of money Workin' for MCA Oh, nine thousand dollars Just to sow to the wind Come to smile at the yankee slicker With a big old 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 Want you to sign the contract Want you to sign the date Gonna give you lots of money Workin' for MCA Slickers steal my money Since I was seventeen If it ain't no pencil pusher Then it got to be a honky-tonk queen But I signed my contract, baby And I want you people to know That every penny that I make I want to see where my money goes Want you to sign the contract Want you to sign the date Gonna give you lots of money Workin' for MCA |
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The Ballad of Curtis Loew Allen Collins/Ronnie Van Zant Well i used to wake the mornin Before the rooster crowed Searchin for soda bottles to get my self 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 Lowe Old Curt was a black man with white curly hair When he had a fifth of wine he didnot have a care He used to own and old dobro used to play across his knee I'd give old Curt my money he play all day for me Play me a song Curtis Lowe Curtis Lowe Well I got your drinkin money tune up your dobro People said he was useless them people all were fools Cuz Curtis Lowe was the finest picker to ever play the blues He looked to be 60 maybe I was 10 Momma used to whoop me But I'd go see him again I'd clap my hands, stomp my feet tryin to keep in time Well he'd play me a song or 2 then take another drink of wine Play me a song Curtis Lowe Curtis Lowe Well I got your drinkin money tune up your dobro People said he was useless them people all were fools Cuz Curtis Lowe was the finest picker to ever play the blues On the day old Curtis died nobody came to pray Old preacher said some words They chucked him in the clay Well he lived a lifetime playin the black mans blues And on the day he lost his life thats all he had to lose Play me a song Curtis Lowe Curtis Lowe Well I got your drinkin money tune up your dobro People said he was useless them people all were fools Cuz Curtis Lowe was the finest picker to ever play the blues |
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Swamp Music Ed King/Ronnie Van Zant Going down to the swamp Gonna watch me a hound dog catch a 'coon Well, I'm going down to the swamp Gonna watch me a hound dog catch a 'coon You know the hounddog make-a music On a summer night under a full moon Lord, fetch my cane pole mama Gonna catch a breaim or maybe two Lord, fetch my cane pole mama Gonna catch a bream or maybe two And when the hound dog start barkin' Sounds like ol' Son House singin' the blues Hound dog sing that Swamp, swamp, swamp, swamp music Swamp, swamp, swamp, swamp music When the hound dog starts singin' I ain't got them big ol' city blues Well, hey pretty mama Lord, just take that city hike Said go ahead pretty mama Lord, just take your city hike Well, I'd rather live with the hound dogs For the rest of my natural born life Singing that Swamp, swamp, swamp, swamp music Swamp, swamp, swamp, swamp music Well, I'd rather live with the hounddogs For the rest of my natural born life Well, I'd wanna live with the hound dogs For the rest of my natural born life |
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The Needle And The Spoon Allen Collins/Ronnie Van Zant Thirty days, Lord, and thirty nights. I'm coming home on an aeroplane flight. Mama waiting at the ticket line, tell me, son, why do you stand there cryin'? It was the needle and the spoon and a trip to the moon took me away, took me away. I've been feeling so sick inside. Got to get better, Lord, before I die. Some doctors couldn't help my head, they said, you'd better quit, son, before you're dead. With the needle, with the spoon, with the trip to the moon, they gonna take you away, they gonna take you away. I've seen a lot of people who thought they were cool but the again, Lord, I've seen a lot of fools. I hope you people, Lord, can hear what I say, you'll have your chance in this some day. Don't mess with a needle or a spoon or a trip to the moon or they'll take you away. |
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Call Me The Breeze J.J.Cale 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 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 it's supposed to be 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 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 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 Oooh Mr Breeze |
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