Freebird

If I leave here tomorrow
Would you still remember me?

Yes, because you've got pictures of me playing Freebird. You might not remember my name, per se, but you would remember me as the guy who played bass in that band that played Freebird, for like, twenty minutes.

For I must be travelling on, now,
'Cause there's too many places I've got to see.

Other frat-house basements, for example. Places smelling of beer and sweat. Too much smelling.

But, if I stayed here with you, girl,
Things just couldn't be the same.

Because we play it different every time. Like, you can just play the Ronnie Van Zant solo, but that's really hard, so we compensate for lack of determination, talent and patience by "improvising".

'Cause I'm as free as a bird now,
And this bird you can not change.

This is a good time to sing along.

Lord knows, I can't change.

Bye, bye, its been a sweet love.
Though this feeling I can't change.

Severe drunkness, combined with bleeding fingertips.

But please don't take it badly,
'Cause Lord knows I'm to blame.

I admit it; it's unnecessary. Issac Brock, the guy from Modest Mouse, once said "Life is too fucking short to play Freebird."

But, if I stayed here with you girl,
Things just couldn't be the same.
Cause I'm as free as a bird now,
And this bird you'll never change.

Sing along, again.

And this bird you can not change.
Lord knows, I can't change.
Lord help me, I can't change.

Let's solo here, for about fifteen minutes. We'll do those hits on the G, then A#, then C. People like that part. Maybe a few drum bits. I would play a bass solo during this part, but I'm insecure, so I'll just copy some of the original recording's fills and play them over and over with flair.

Big Rock Ending...

FAKE OUT! We're not done yet.

Rock more

Big Rock Ending for real.