Tekster:
Skynyrd Lynyrd One More From The Road

: Seven years of hard luck, comin' down on me From the Florida border, yea up to Nashville Tennessee I worked in every joint you can name, mister every

: 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

) Tuesday's gone with the wind. Tuesday's gone with the wind. Tuesday's gone with the wind. My woman's gone with the wind. Train roll on many miles from

: 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

: If I leave here tomorrow Would you still remember me? For I must be travelling on, now, 'Cause there's too many places I've got to see. But, if

got to stall I've had more pretty women than a passenger train could haul I'm gonna buy myself a shotgun, one with a long shiny barrel I'm gonna buy myself a shotgun, one

shoes can't shuffle around I got a 100 women or more and there's no place I call home The only time I'm satisfied is when I'm on the road (Chorus)

by Take a ride Going down toward Rosedale Took Loretta by my side Going down to Rosedale Took Loretta by my side Can still buy a house there On the riverside One more

I was born a travellin' man, that's all I'll ever be Moving around from town to town its what makes me so free My father was a trucker for the years