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Skynyrd Lynyrd God Guns

I ain't the kind to stick around without it It'd be a crime 'cause man, I'm all about it It's in my blood, it keeps me breathin' It's like a drug, gotta

Woman, lose my number You can't get to me My pockets ain't deep enough Your eyes are seein' green I caught you lyin', you're a cheat Oh Lord, shame on

our God & guns Yeah, oh, God & guns Don't let 'em take Don't you let 'em take Don't let 'em take our God & guns Oh, God & guns, yeah, keep us strong

ways Where I can be myself, yeah live another day, oh Take me back to my Southern ways Where the tall pines blow And the St John's flows and only God

Well, I heard it on the late night radio For the umpteenth time Headin' from LA to the Florida coast I was in between black coffee and shiftin' gears

Hey, when was the last time You sat down and had dinner with your kids? Talked about what's going on in their lives? Hey, when was the last time you

'm take our God and guns. Yea we might aswell give up and run, If we let 'm take our God and guns! Yeaaa Ooh God and guns Don't let 'm take Don't you

'm take our God and guns. Yea we might aswell give up and run, If we let 'm take our God and guns! Yeaaa Ooh God and guns Don't let 'm take Don't you

: Broken bones, broken hearts Stripped down and torn apart A little bit of rust - I'm still runnin' Countin' miles, countin' tears Twisted roads, shiftin