(Gary Rossington - Dale Krantz Rossington - Johnny VanZant) Well, there's a devil in the bottle, staring straight at me Daring me to reach out, but I know he's testing me If I take just one sip, I become that devil's son Act a fool, sell my soul before God and everyone Oh Lord, I know, I only hurt the ones I love I'm walkin' down this dead end road, all alone and by myself Wish I could blame the whiskey, but I can only blame myself Running out of chances, and Lord that's such a crime I got to find the answer before I lose my mind Oh Lord its a cryin shame, oh Lord I've caused so much pain I only hurt the ones I love There's a devil in a bottle that just won't let me be So many times I've been hurtin' my soul and family But I got free on the day I fought the Devil in the bottle The next time that ol' devil tries to get the best of me I'll smash that bottle against the wall and know I'm finally free There's a devil in a bottle that just won't let me be There's so many times I let him hurt me I got free the day I fought the Devil in the bottle Devil in the bottle Devil in the bottle

Blues in the bottle, blues in the bottle Where do you think you're at, pretty mama? Blues in the bottle, where do you think you're at? Well, you kicked my dog And now you drowned my cat I'm goin' to Speonk bullring, I'm goin' to Speonk bullring To see my bullies run, pretty mama I'm goin' to Speonk bullring to see my bullies run If I win a prize I'll give my baby some Well, I'm goin' to Sillyputty, and I'm goin' to Sillyputty And I'm sorry but I can't take you, pretty mama I'm goin' to Sillyputty, sorry but I can't take you Well, I don't want no woman Who goes around sniffin' glue

Blues in the bottle, blues in the bottle Where do you think you're at, pretty mama? Blues in the bottle, where do you think you're at? You went and kicked my dog And now you drowned my cat Gone to Chattanooga, gone to Chattanooga See my ponies run, pretty mama Gone to Chattanooga, to see my ponies run If I win a prize I'll give my baby some Rooster chews tobacco, rooster chews tobacco Hen uses snuff, pretty mama Rooster chews tobacco, and the hen uses snuff The baby chickens don't take nothin' But they just strut their stuff Gone to silly putty, gone to silly putty Sorry I can't take you, pretty mama Gone to silly putty, sorry I can't take you I can't abide no woman Who goes 'round sniffin' glue

Well in North Carolina, way back in the hills Me and my old pappy had a hand in a still We brewed white lightnin' 'til the sun went down Then he'd fill him a jug and he'd pass it around Mighty, mighty pleasin, pappy's corn squeezin' Whshhhoooh . . . white lightnin' Chorus: Well the "G" men, "T" men, revenuers, too Searchin' for the place where he made his brew They were looking, tryin to book him, But my pappy kept a-cookin' Whshhhoooh . . . white lightnin' --- Instrumental --- Well I asked my old pappy why he called his brew White lightnin' 'stead of mountain dew I took a little sip and right away I knew As my eyes bugged out and my face turned blue Lightnin' started flashin' and thunder started crashin' Shhhoooh . . . white lightnin' Chorus: Well the "G" men, "T" men, revenuers, too Searchin' for the place where he made his brew They were looking, tryin to book him, But my pappy kept a-cookin' Whshhhoooh . . . white lightnin' --- Instrumental --- Well a city slicker came and he said "I'm tough" I think I wanna taste that powerful stuff He took one g-g-glug and drank it right down And I heard him a moaning as he hit the ground Mighty, mighty pleasin, pappy's corn squeezin' Whshhhoooh . . . white lightnin' Chorus: Well the "G" men, "T" men, revenuers, too Searchin' for the place where he made his brew They were looking, tryin to book him, But my pappy kept a-cookin' Whshhhoooh . . . white lightnin'...

I like Charlie Daniels and I love big John Cash And I think Waylon "Woktosha" Jennings Is a table thumpin' smash Playin' with Marshall Tucker Band Was as good as smokin' grass But if you don't like Hank Williams You can kiss our ass Cause I think what they done Is well worth doin' And their doin' it the Best way that they can Oh you're the only one That you are screwin' When you put down what You don't understand I love all them Allman Brothers, Merle Haggard, and George Jones Shotgun Willie Nelson and them Rockin' rollin' Stones Everything the Eagles do And I'm in love with Linda Rondstat Anybody that don't like Hank Williams You can kiss our ass Cause I think what they done Is well worth doin' And their doin' it the Best way that they can Oh you're the only one That you are screwin' When you put down what You don't understand I ain't sayin' that he was The first or the last But if you don't like Hank Williams You can kiss our ass