LYNYRD SKYNYRD - Floyd [God & Guns/2008] [Intro]         [Verse 1] Floyd was a trapper way back in the holler Made moonshine so he could make a dollar Six feet tall. Dressed in overalls And he wore himself a long gray beard [Verse 2] People say Floyd came to town one day But two law dogs got in his way Floyd never hurt no one in his life But they never came back this way No they never came back this way And the people say [Chorus] Aye aye aye - Hear the hound dogs moan Aye aye aye - Now that Floyd is long gone And the creeper was a creeping And the souls they were hollering singing Aye aye aye aye aye [Verse 3] The G-men came out to track him down But the swamp was too deep even one of them drowned They sent in the hell hounds but they turned around Singing how how how how how How how how how how And the creeper says [Chorus] Aye aye aye - Hear the hound dogs moan Aye aye aye - Now that Floyd is long gone And the creeper was a creeping And the souls they were hollering singing Aye aye aye aye aye [Bridge]    Yeah the souls a they were crying    Yeah the creeper he was creeping [Instrumental]                [Verse 4] Sheriff Boudreaux came to talk to his neighbors All they could say is he was eaten by a gator The legend lives on but Floyd he’s at home Singing how how how how how How how how how how [Chorus] (Aye aye aye - Hear the hound dogs moan) (Aye aye aye - Now that Floyd is long gone) And the creeper was a creeping And the souls they were hollering Singing aye aye aye aye aye [Outro] Aye aye aye - Hear the hound dogs moan Aye aye aye - Now that Floyd is long gone And the creeper was a creeping And the souls they were hollering singing Aye aye aye aye aye

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À propos de la chanson

La chanson raconte l'histoire de Floyd, un trappeur qui vivait paisiblement dans les collines, fabriquant de l'alcool de manière artisanale. Un jour, son chemin croise celui de deux sheriffs, mais malgré son comportement pacifique, il ne reviendra jamais de cet affrontement. Les rumeurs circulent dans la ville sur sa disparition, et l'on parle d'une chasse à l'homme par les agents fédéraux, qui échouent face à la densité des marais. Le texte évoque une légende locale, où Floyd semble presque devenu une figure mythique, avec des esprits qui hurlent et des chiens de chasse qui gémissent, témoignant de son absence. Les voisins parlent de sa fin tragique, laissant entendre qu'il pourrait avoir été victime d'un alligator. L'histoire de Floyd persiste, comme un écho de son passage dans ce monde.