This is a story 'bout livin'
A tale of a long hard road
Ain't a whole lot of misgivin's
Of the things that I thought I sowed
My daddy was a real hard worker
He said son there will come a day
Talk ain't always cheap
And here's what daddy had to say
With these hands I've made my livin'
With these hands I've held a child
With these hands I've climbed a mountain
Sometimes we forget
We ain't much different at all
He likes grits, you like the apple
There ain't nothin' wrong with that
He says y'all, you say you'se
It all depends on where you're at
Well a little bit of music is a whole lot of fun
And it's always good for the soul
From new york city out to california
You know it's only rock and roll
With these hands we come together
With these hands we can change the world
With these hands I play my music
Sometimes we forget
We ain't much different at all
Oh, not at all
So what I'm trying to tell you
Is that I'm only one son of the south
Its gonna take more than you me and you
To work this whole thing out
With these hands I've made my livin'
With these hands I've held a child
With these hands I've climbed a mountain
Sometimes we forget
With these hands we come together
With these hands we can change the world
With these hands I play my music
Sometimes we forget
We ain't much different
We ain't much different
Ain't much different
At all
(gary rossington -- johnny vanzant -- hughie thomasson -- rickey medlocke -- mike estes) This is a story 'bout livin' A tale of a long hard road Ain't a whole lot of misgivin's Of the things that I thought I sowed My daddy was a real hard worker He said son there will come a day Talk ain't always cheap And here's what daddy had to say With these hands I've made my livin' With these hands I've held a child With these hands I've climbed a mountain Sometimes we forget We ain't much different at all He likes grits, you like the apple There ain't nothin' wrong with that He says y'all, you say you'se It all depends on where you're at Well a little bit of music is a whole lot of fun And it's always good for the soul From new york city out to california You know it's only rock and roll With these hands we come together With these hands we can change the world With these hands I play my music Sometimes we forget We ain't much different at all Oh, not at all So what I'm trying to tell you Is that I'm only one son of the south Its gonna take more than you me and you To work this whole thing out With these hands I've made my livin' With these hands I've held a child With these hands I've climbed a mountain Sometimes we forget With these hands we come together With these hands we can change the world With these hands I play my music Sometimes we forget We ain't much different We ain't much different Ain't much different At all Explain Request ×
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