(Allen Collins, Ronnie Van Zant)  Thirty days, Lord, and thirty nights  I'm coming home on an airplane flight  Mama waiting at the ticket line  Tell me son, why do you stand there cryin'?  It was the needle and the spoon  And a trip to the moon  Took me away  Took me away  I've been feeling so sick inside  Got to get better, Lord, before I die  Some doctors couldn't help my head, they said  You'd better quit, son, before you're dead  Quit the needle, quit the spoon  Quit the trip to the moon  They gonna take you away  Lord, they gonna take you away  It was the needle and the spoon  I've seen a lot of people who thought they were cool  But then again, Lord, I've seen a lot of fools  I hope you people, Lord, can hear what I say  You'll have your chance to hit it some day  Don't mess with a needle or a spoon  Or a trip to the moon  They'll take you away  Lord, their gonna bury you boy  Don't mess with the needle  Now I know, I know, I know, I know, I know