Texty: Lynyrd Skynyrd. Gimme Back My Bullets. Every Mother's Son.

Well, I've been ridin' a winning horse for a long, long time
And sometimes I wonder, is this the end of the line
No one should take advantage of who they are
No man has got it made if he thinks he does, he's wrong

Every mother's son
Better hear what I say
Every mother's son
Will rise and fall someday

I've seen it happen so many times, so many times before
Some man's got so much money, he doesn't worry no more
Or he's got such a pretty woman that'll treat him fine
Well, my friend has been a fool, it happens every time

Every mother's son
Better hear what I say
Every mother's son
Will rise and fall someday

I'm not tryin' to preach to no one, to no one at all
I've seen so many of my good friends just rise to fall
'Cause they got so much money or a woman so fine
Well, my friends have all been fools, it happens every time

Every mother's son
Better hear what I say
Every mother's son
Will rise and fall someday
What I say

Every mother's son
Better hear what I say
Every mother's son
Will rise and fall someday
What I say

Oh, every mother's son
Will rise and fall someday
Every mother's, every mother's son