Ninteen Seventy-Seven (Ronnie Van Zant Tribute)

That plane went down in the woods of Mississippi
South Carolina non stop to Heaven's Pearly gates there
Stood a southern long-haired hippie
They returned his body to that southern ground
Into the vines absorbed his southern sound

The Kudzu crawls throughout Georgia
The moss hangs low in Jacksonville
The skys are blue in Sweet Home Alabama
Dixie lives in this land still

Man, you weren't talking jive
That concrete ain't stopped creepin'
Sometimes I wonder how it ain't overcome us yet
But some of us held on to traditional ways
Passed down from granddaddy's teachin's
And I'll pass them to my boys so they don't forget
You can hear the howl in the midnight southern wind
Reminding us that Tuesday's Gone again

The Kudzu crawls throughout Georgia
The moss hangs low in Jacksonville
The skies are blue in Sweet Home Alabama
Dixie lives right here in this land still

I hope I'm as brave as you
When the good Lord calls me higher
And I tell that ol Grim Reaper Come and get me
I'll look you up when I finally make it
And I'll bring my zippo lighter
I'll have them slip it in my pocket before I'm buried
You know this ol hat makes me think of you
I bet that's where you kept a couple rolled up too
That's where I got one for me and you Hoss

The Kudzu crawls throughout Georgia
The moss hangs low in Jacksonville
The skies are blue in Sweet Home Alabama
Dixie lives right here in this land still

The skies are blue so blue and Ronnie thanks to you
Dixie lives right here in this land still
Dixie lives right here in this land still
Dixie lives right here in this land still