We Ain't Much Different by Lynyrd Skynyrd

This is a story 'bout livin'
A tale of a long hard road
Ain't a whole lot of misgivin's
Of 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

We like the grits, you like the apple
There ain't nothin' wrong with that
We say y'all when you say you's
And it depends on where you're at

Well, a little bit of music is a whole lot of fun
And it's always good for the soul
From New York City out to California
You know it's only rock n' 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

So, what I'm tryin' to tell you
Is I'm only one son of the South
It's gonna take more than me and you
To work this whole thing out

Yeah yeah

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
Ain't much different, ain't much different at all

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