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  • 作词 : Gary Rossington/Johnny Van Zant/Hughie Thomasson/Rickey Medlocke/Mike Estes
    作曲 : Gary Rossington/Johnny Van Zant/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 its always good for the soul
    From New York City out to California
    You know its 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
  • 作词 : Gary Rossington/Johnny Van Zant/Hughie Thomasson/Rickey Medlocke/Mike Estes
    作曲 : Gary Rossington/Johnny Van Zant/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 its always good for the soul
    From New York City out to California
    You know its 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