(Gary Rossington -- Johnny VanZant -- 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