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{{SongHeader
by '''[[Lynyrd Skynyrd]]'''
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|song = We Ain't Much Different
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|artist = Lynyrd Skynyrd
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|album1 = Lynyrd Skynyrd:Twenty (1997)
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|album2 = Lynyrd Skynyrd:Lyve From Steel Town (1998)
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|language = English
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|star = Green
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}}
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<lyrics>
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This is a story about living
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A tale of a long, hard road
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Ain't whole lotta misgivens
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Of things I that I thought I sold
   
This is a story about living
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My daddy was a real hard worker
A tale of a long, hard road
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He said son there will come a day
Ain't whole lotta misgivens
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Talking always cheap
Of things I that I thought I sold
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Heres what daddy had to say
 
My daddy was a real hard worker
 
He said son there will come a day
 
Talking always cheap
 
Heres what daddy had to say
 
 
(Chorus)
 
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
 
--
 
 
We like the grits, you like the apple
 
Ain't nothing wrong with that
 
We say ya'll, you say you's
 
It depends where your at
 
Well, a little bit of music is a whole lotta fun, and its always good for the soul
 
From New York City down to California
 
Ya' know it's only rock'n'roll
 
 
(Chorus)
 
With these hands we've 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
 
Is that I'm only one son of the south
 
And its gonna take more than me and you
 
To work this whole thing out
 
 
(Chorus)
 
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, oh
 
With these hands we've come together
 
With these hands we can change the world
 
With these hands I play my music
 
Sometimes we forget, we aint much different
 
We ain't much different
 
Ain't much different
 
Ain't much different
 
At all
 
   
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With these hands I've made my livin'
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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
  +
--
  +
  +
We like the grits, you like the apple
  +
Ain't nothing wrong with that
  +
We say y'all, you say you's
  +
It depends where your at
  +
Well, a little bit of music is a whole lotta fun, and it's always good for the soul
  +
From New York City down to California
  +
Ya' know it's only rock'n'roll
  +
  +
With these hands we've 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
  +
Is that I'm only one son of the south
  +
And it's gonna take more than 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, oh
  +
With these hands we've 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
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Ain't much different
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Ain't much different
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At all
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</lyrics>
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{{SongFooter
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|fLetter = W
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|asin = B001TN3GDK
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|iTunes = 1147161457?i=1147161629
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|allmusic = mt0003631560
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|musicbrainz = 0a9bc4d1-daff-4e52-9383-6ffbfbc15c4a
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|spotify = 5Qm0n07kAIrRjUHBDmJ89t
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}}

Latest revision as of 10:10, November 8, 2018

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We Ain't Much Different

This song is by Lynyrd Skynyrd and appears on the album Twenty (1997) and on the live album Lyve From Steel Town (1998).

This is a story about living
A tale of a long, hard road
Ain't whole lotta misgivens
Of things I that I thought I sold

My daddy was a real hard worker
He said son there will come a day
Talking always cheap
Heres 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
--

We like the grits, you like the apple
Ain't nothing wrong with that
We say y'all, you say you's
It depends where your at
Well, a little bit of music is a whole lotta fun, and it's always good for the soul
From New York City down to California
Ya' know it's only rock'n'roll

With these hands we've 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
Is that I'm only one son of the south
And it's gonna take more than 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, oh
With these hands we've 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
Ain't much different
At all

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