[Chi-townChief]

For the greatest of all time, I'd have to go with "Johnny B. Goode" by Chuck Berry with Little Richard's "Long Tall Sally" and, of course, Elvis' "Hound Dog" right up there near the top as well. IMHO, I think Skynyrd's best tune is "Gimme Three Steps."

And, as disussed some time ago, my choices for the greatest obscure rock numbers are "I Want Candy" by the Strangeloves and, for the ballad, "Smokey Places" by the Corsairs.

[AlbertWang]

350 posts and no one mentions Motorhead. Where's the love for Lemme?

[LibWhacker]

In no particular order, and not claiming that these are "the best," I used to like these, and still do like some of them:

Pretty Woman
Wild Thing
Light My Fire
American Woman
I Can See Clearly Now
Bad, Bad Leroy Brown
Kung Fu Fighting
Jive Talkin’
Play The Funky Music
I Love a Rainy Night
Every Breath You Take

[Eva]

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[Richard Kimball]

Chuck Berry, Promised Land

I left my home in Norfolk Virginia,
California on my mind.
Straddled that Greyhound, rode him past Raleigh,
On across Caroline.

Stopped in Charlotte and bypassed Rock Hill,
And we never was a minute late.
We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown,
Rollin' 'cross the Georgia state.

We had motor trouble it turned into a struggle,
Half way 'cross Alabam,
And that 'hound broke down and left us all stranded
In downtown Birmingham.

Straight off, I bought me a through train ticket,
Ridin cross Mississippi clean
And I was on that midnight flyer out of Birmingham
Smoking into New Orleans.

Somebody help me get out of Louisiana
Just help me get to Houston town.
There's people there who care a little 'bout me
And they won't let the poor boy down.

Sure as you're born, they bought me a silk suit,
Put luggage in my hands,
And I woke up high over Albuquerque
On a jet to the promised land.

Workin' on a T-bone steak a la carte
Flying over to the Golden State;
The pilot told me in thirteen minutes
We'd be headin' in the terminal gate.

Swing low sweet chariot, come down easy
Taxi to the terminal zone;
Cut your engines, cool your wings,
And let me make it to the telephone.

Los Angeles give me Norfolk Virginia,
Tidewater four ten O nine
Tell the folks back home this is the promised land callin'
And the poor boy's on the line.

[Mjaye]

Can't beat the beginning of "What'd I Say", if you ask me. Obviously not a guitar, but it's excellent, and it's gotta be the long version.

[Rebelbase]

The way it's going it looks like the the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame is waiting for the last two remaining original members of Skynyrd die before the band will be admitted to the Hall of Fame....either that or they are banking on country music claiming them as their own.