Текст: Lynard Skynard. Tuesday's Gone.

Train roll on, on down the line,
Wont you please take me far away?
Now I feel the wind blow outside my door,
Means Im leaving my woman behind.
Tuesdays gone with the wind.
My womans gone with the wind.

And I dont know where Im going.
I just want to be left alone.
Well, when this train ends Ill try again,
But Im leaving my woman at home.

(chorus)
Tuesdays gone with the wind.

Tuesdays gone with the wind.
Tuesdays gone with the wind.
My womans gone with the wind.

Train roll on many miles from my home,
See, Im riding my blues away.
Tuesday, you see, she had to be free
But somehow Ive got to carry on.

(chorus)