Lynyrd Skynyrd


Tuesday's Gone

A          E  F#m          D
Train roll on, on down the line, 
A         E                  D
Won't you please take me far away? 
A                   E   F#m         D
Now I feel the wind blow outside my door, Means I'm
?A          E     D
leaving my woman behind. 

A         G             D
Tuesday's gone with the wind.


Sweet Home Alabama

Big wheels keep on turning
Carry me home to see my kin
Singing songs about the south land
I miss ole 'Bamy once again, and I think it's a sin, yeah

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Well, I heard Mister Young sing about her
Well, I heard old 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 Gov'nor, hoo hoo hoo
Now we all did what we could do
Now Watergate does not bother me