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Bisogna essere sinceri, solo i Lynyrd Skynyrd seppero sostenere il peso dell'eredità della Allman Brothers Band. Gli aggressivi e attaccabrighe Skynyrd fecero propri tutti gli stereotipi sudisti innalzando lodi a whisky, rivoltelle e risse da bar. In merito alla sezione strumentale, andarono un passo oltre agli Allman introducendo una terza chitarra solista. Ma il pilastro del gruppo era il cantante Ronnie Van Zant con la faccia e lo spirito da teppista fuorilegge.
Il disco si apre con "Sweet Home Alabama", brano significativo sia dal punto di vista sonoro che del testo. Ascoltare i primi arpeggi di chitarra produce nell'ascoltatore una sana scarica di adrenalina che solo il motore di una Harley Davidson può dare. E poi l'entrata di quella voce nasale e strafottente di Van Zant completa una canzone diventata un inno per generazioni di bikers. Van Zant andava fiero della gente del sud e della sua peculiarità rispetto al resto degli USA. "I Need You" è una ballata old style con chitarre lancinanti. Si sente, da queste note, da dove proviene l'ispirazione dei vari Black Crowes odierni. Ha una serie di arpeggi nostalgici con l'odore della polvere del deserto tra le sue pieghe. "Don't Ask Me", un super classico blue collar rock. Veramente una colonna sonora per chi ama viaggiare nelle roads d'America, anche senza esservi mai stato. Chitarre tirate, energia e whisky a go go. "Working for MCA" con un ritornello killer, danzereccia e calda. Il disco continua tra energiche ballate e canzoni incendiate dal ritmo serrato delle chitarre elettriche.
Ma i Lynyrd erano una potenza live, quando alzavano al massimo il volume e sfoderavano un'incredibile furia chitarristica. Nel periodo di massimo fulgore rivaleggiavano in popolarità con gruppi come i Rollings Stones.
Purtroppo, come tutte le leggende, tutto finì in fretta quando il loro motto non ufficiale "vivi di corsa, lavora duro, muori giovane" non divenne realtà. Nel 1977, un aereo privato che trasportava parte del gruppo si schiantò portandosi via per sempre il southern rock. Il rock sudista.
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01 Sweet Home Alabama (04:42)
Turn It Up
Big wheels keep on turning
Carry me home to see my kin
Singing songs about the Southland
I miss ol'Bamee once again
And I think its a sin, yes
Well I heard Mister Young sing about her
Well, I heard ol' 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, booo hooo hooo
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
(yes they do)
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
Where the skies are so blue
And the governor's true
Sweet Home Alabama
Lordy
Lord, I'm coming home to you
Yeah, yeah
02 I Need You (06:54)
Ain't no need to worry, there 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
But it feels so good inside, babe, just to call you on the telephone
Oo baby, I love you, what more can I say
Oo baby, I need you, I miss you more every day
I woke up early this mornin' and the sun came shining down
And it found me wishin' and hopin' mama, you could be around
For you know I need you more than the air I breathe
And I guess I'm tryin' to tell you, woman, oh what you mean to me
Oo baby, I love you, what more can I say
Oo baby, I need you, I miss you more every day
I'm tryin' to tell you I love you in each and every way
I'm tryin' to tell you I need you much more than a piece of lay
Oo baby, I love you, what more can I say
Oo baby, I need you, I miss you more every day
03 Don't Ask Me No Questions (03:24)
well everytime that i come home nobody wants to let me be
seems that all the friends i got just got to come interigate me
well i appreciate your feelings and i don't want to pass you by
but i dont ask you about your business don't ask me about mine
well it's true i love the money
and i love my brand new car
i like drinking the best of whiskey
playin in a honkey tonk bar
when i come off the road
well i just gotta have my time
cause i got to find a break in this action
or else i'm gonna loose my mind
so don't ask me no questions
and i won't tell you no lies
and don't ask me about my business
and i won't tell you good-bye ( that's right )
well what's your favorite color
and do you dig the brothers
it's driving me up the 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 piece of mind
and if you wanna talk about this business
buddy you just waistng time
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 wont tell you good-bye
i said don't ask no stupid questions
and i won't send you away
if you want to talk fishin'
i guess that would be okay (whoo)
04 Workin' for MCA (04:46)
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 honkytonk
Along come Mr Yankee Slicker, sayin' maybe you're what I want
Want you to sign your contract
Want you to sign today
Gonna give you lots of money
Workin' For MCA
9000 dollars, that's all we could win
But we smiled at the Yankee Slicker with a big ol' Southern grin
They're gonna take me out to California gonna make me a superstar
Just pay me all of my money and mister maybe you won't get a scar
Want you to sign your contract
Want you to sign today
Gonna give you lots of money
Workin' For MCA
Slickers took my money since I was seventeen
If it ain't no pencil pusher, it got to be a honkytonk queen
But I'll sign my contract baby, and I wan't you people to know
Every penny that I make, I've gotta see where my money goes
Want you to sign your contract
Want you to sign today
Gonna give you lots of money
Workin' For MCA
05 The Ballad of Curtis Loew (04:45)
(Allen Collins - Ronnie VanZant)
Well I used to wake the morning before the rooster crowed
Searching for soda bottles to get myself 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 Loew
Old Curt was a black man with white curly hair
When he had a fifth of wine he did not have a care
He used to own an old dobro, used to play it across his knee
I'd give old Curt my money, he'd play all day for me
(Chorus)
Play me a song Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew
I got your drinking money, tune up your dobro
People said he was useless, them people are the fools
'Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues
He looked to be sixty, and maybe I was ten
Mama used to whip me but I'd go see him again
I'd clap my hands, stomp my feets, try to stay in time
He'd play me a song or two
Then take another drink of wine.
Chorus
Yes sir
On the day old Curtis died, nobody came to pray
Ol' preacher said some words, and they chunked him in the glade
But he lived a lifetime playin' the black man's blues
And on the day he lost his life, that's all he had to lose
Play me a song Curtis Loew, Hey Curtis Loew
I wish that you was here so everyone would know
People said he was useless, them people all are fools
'Cause Curtis you're the finest picker to ever play the blues
06 Swamp Music (03:29)
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 brim or maybe two
Lord, fetch my cane pole mama
Gonna catch a brim or maybe two
And when the hound dog start barkin�
Sounds like ol� son house singin� the blues
(chorus)
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
(chorus)
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
07 The Needle and the Spoon (03:52)
Thirty days, lord and thirty nights
I'm comin' home on an airplane flight
Mama waitin' 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 feelin' so sick inside
Got to get better, lord before I die
Seven doctors couldn't help my head, they said
You better quit, son before your dead
It was the needle and the spoon
And a trip to the moon
Took me away, took me away
Quit the needle. Quit the spoon
Quit the trip to the moon
We gonna take you away. Lord, we gonna take you away
It was the needle and the spoon
And a trip to the moon
Took me away, took me away
It was the needle and the spoon
I've seen a lot of people who thought they were cool
But then again, lord I've seen a lot of fools
Well, I hope you people, lord can hear what I say
You'll have your chance to hit it some day
It was the needle and the spoon
And a trip to the moon
Took me away, took me away
Don't mess with the needle or a spoon
Or any trip to the moon
It'll take you away
Lord, their gonna bury you boy
Don't mess with the needle
Now I know, I know, I know
08 Call Me the Breeze (05:23)
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 mister breeze
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