Letras:
Skynyrd Lynyrd Best Of The Rest

: I don't care who you are baby Don't care about all the friends that you know And why you chose me Lord, sweet mama don't want to know Can't tie

: 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

: New York City is a thousand miles away And you aak me, I'll tell you that's OK Now I'm not trying to put the big apple down 'Cause they don't need

: Give me a T for Texas, give me a T for Tennessee Give me a T for Texas, give me a T for Tennessee Give me a T for Thelma, woman made a fool out of

I don't care who you are, baby Don't care about all the friends that you know And why you chose me Lord, sweet mama don't want to know Can't tie me down

I don't care who you are baby Don't care about all the friends that you know And why you chose me Lord, sweet mama don't want to know Can't tie me

Eleven times I been busted, eleven times I been to jail Some of the times I been there nobody could go bail Well it seems to me, Lord that this ol'

My daddy told me always be strong son Don't you ever cry You find the pretty girls and then you love them Then you say goodbye I never dreamed that

Give me a T for Texas, give me a T for Tennessee Give me a T for Texas, give me a T for Tennessee Give me a T for Thelma, woman made a fool out of