ترانه:
Skynyrd Lynyrd Second Helping

My poor broke mama told me When I was twelve years old See you eat, talk, get mad too fast There's one thing you should know Just take your time my sweet

: Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the Southland I miss Alabamy once again And I think its a sin, yes

the moon Took me away, took me away I've been feelin' so sick and tired Got to get better, lord before I die Seven doctors couldn't help my head,

: 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

: 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

Well everytime that I come home nobody wants to let me be It seems that all the friends I got just got to come interrogate me Well, I appreciate your

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

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

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