Lletres:
Skynyrd Lynyrd First And Last

: White Dove sittin' on a blackberry bush Is there any questioning why Tell me what heaven you're bound for today Feel just like I could cry Feel

the street. Drinkin' a bottle of booze Ain't got nothing to say, yeah. And he don't got much to lose I want to help him out with his troubles and woes

We been workin' all week, and I'm thinkin' its time we let go I got three fine mamas sittin all alone, gonna sip our wine and get it on And do some

air that we breathe y'all They gonna ruin us all bye and bye Telling all you beware I don't think they really care Think they just sit up there and

: When the season is turning And my day has gone by And to see my reflection See it in your eyes Know the day that's come now has gone by And if

road We been workin' all week, and I'm thinkin' its time we let go I got three fine mamas sittin all alone, gonna sip our wine and get it on And do

no good woman lord, I ain't lyin' Well, I see your sugar daddy comin' around the corner I wonder if he knows your the preacher's daughter, oh no And

sunny day. The man, he looked my way And everything that I dreamed of, it was real Money, girls and cars; and big long cigars And I caught the first

the street. Drinkin' a bottle of booze Ain't got nothing to say, yeah. And he don't got much to lose I want to help him out with his troubles and woes