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by '''[[Lynyrd Skynyrd]]'''
 
   
This is a story about living
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{{Song||Lynyrd Skynyrd}}
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
 
 
(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
 
   
==External Links==
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<lyric>
Search for [http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/redirect?link_code=ur2&tag=motiveforcell-20&camp=1789&creative=9325&path=external-search%3Fsearch-type=ss%26index=music%26keyword=We%20Ain't%20Much%20Different%20Lynyrd%20Skynyrd We Ain't Much Different] on Amazon
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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
  +
  +
(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
  +
</lyric>
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Revision as of 00:19, February 21, 2007

Template:Song

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

(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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