Post by jody on Mar 11, 2007 9:30:32 GMT -5
To me he was, is and likely always will be the BEST!
Tribute to Ronnie
Although I never met him, I never will forget him,
he looms so large in my mind.
I've heard all the great ones, I miss all the late ones,
but another like him I won't find.
He may be long gone, but his music lives on,
after a quarter of a century has passed.
In only four years, he brought a nation to tears,
with this one simple question he asked.
If I leave here tomorrow, would you still remember me?
The deep sorrow of words so true.
I've seen you barefoot on stage, but never in a cage,
and this is my tribute to you.
What's your name Mr. Breeze? When I'm on my knees,
I thank God I'm a Simple man.
I love what you did, you Mississippi kid,
and I may just be Curtis Lowes greatest fan.
The Lynyrd Skynyrd name, still carries the fame,
but lord I miss Ronnie Van Zant.
I try real hard to fathom, what might have happened,
if he were still here, but I can't.
We might as well face it, we'll never replace it,
but Sweet home Alabama lives on.
I remember Georgia peaches, the lesson That smell teaches.
and I know why Tuesdays gone.
I laughed at Gimme three steps, with Comin' home I wept,
Mister Banker gave me a chill.
Cheatin' woman got me mad, made in the shade got me glad,
And I know they always will.
I've went to the moon, with a Needle and a spoon,
went Searchin' like a Travelin' man.
You said I ain't the one, the one in the sun.
those words are just more than I can stand.
I'd give you back your bullets, if I only could it's,
something I have thought a lot about.
There are Things going on, you wrote about it in a song,
so I know a little no doubt.
To every mothers son, you'll always be the one,
that kept our southern pride in sight.
We still Cry for the badman, all across the southland,
and we all know You got that right.
If Poison whiskey takes my mind, and it's finally my time.
I'll ask one favor from you,
I know you don't owe me, you don't even know me.
but this is what I pray you will do.
Please meet me at the gate, before it's too late,
and sing one verse of Freebird for me.
It hurts Johnny still, and nobody else will.
I know that's the way it's supposed to be!
Now Judy has asked for some peace,
We can all do that at least.
Not to forget cause we can't!
Please Judy, if you will, accept this from me.
My TRIBUTE TO MISTER RONNIE VAN ZANT
©2001 Jody Willman. All rights reserved
"Plaaay me a little"
jwillman@jas.net
visit Jodys southern poetry and lyrics @
www.poetrypoem.com/jody
Tribute to Ronnie
Although I never met him, I never will forget him,
he looms so large in my mind.
I've heard all the great ones, I miss all the late ones,
but another like him I won't find.
He may be long gone, but his music lives on,
after a quarter of a century has passed.
In only four years, he brought a nation to tears,
with this one simple question he asked.
If I leave here tomorrow, would you still remember me?
The deep sorrow of words so true.
I've seen you barefoot on stage, but never in a cage,
and this is my tribute to you.
What's your name Mr. Breeze? When I'm on my knees,
I thank God I'm a Simple man.
I love what you did, you Mississippi kid,
and I may just be Curtis Lowes greatest fan.
The Lynyrd Skynyrd name, still carries the fame,
but lord I miss Ronnie Van Zant.
I try real hard to fathom, what might have happened,
if he were still here, but I can't.
We might as well face it, we'll never replace it,
but Sweet home Alabama lives on.
I remember Georgia peaches, the lesson That smell teaches.
and I know why Tuesdays gone.
I laughed at Gimme three steps, with Comin' home I wept,
Mister Banker gave me a chill.
Cheatin' woman got me mad, made in the shade got me glad,
And I know they always will.
I've went to the moon, with a Needle and a spoon,
went Searchin' like a Travelin' man.
You said I ain't the one, the one in the sun.
those words are just more than I can stand.
I'd give you back your bullets, if I only could it's,
something I have thought a lot about.
There are Things going on, you wrote about it in a song,
so I know a little no doubt.
To every mothers son, you'll always be the one,
that kept our southern pride in sight.
We still Cry for the badman, all across the southland,
and we all know You got that right.
If Poison whiskey takes my mind, and it's finally my time.
I'll ask one favor from you,
I know you don't owe me, you don't even know me.
but this is what I pray you will do.
Please meet me at the gate, before it's too late,
and sing one verse of Freebird for me.
It hurts Johnny still, and nobody else will.
I know that's the way it's supposed to be!
Now Judy has asked for some peace,
We can all do that at least.
Not to forget cause we can't!
Please Judy, if you will, accept this from me.
My TRIBUTE TO MISTER RONNIE VAN ZANT
©2001 Jody Willman. All rights reserved
"Plaaay me a little"
jwillman@jas.net
visit Jodys southern poetry and lyrics @
www.poetrypoem.com/jody