Lynyrd Skynyrd Jones
Lynyrd Skynyrd Jones
Spelled with all four y's
Was born in 70-something
Between "Sweet Home" & "You Got That Right"
His mama met his daddy
At a Tallahassee show
But just like Tuesday
Daddy wound up gone on down the road
Lynyrd Skynard Jones hailed from Gadsden, Alabama
Born to carry on who his mama was a fan of
Don't ask me no questions and I won't tell you no lies
That's what she always told him right up 'til the day she died
Lynyrd wasn't black or white
He was somewhere in between
Throw in abandoned and confused
And you get the blues, when you're just 13
Well, he found his salvation
In a pawn shop bought guitar
You can't teach that kind of pickin'
Its gotta come right from your heart
Lynyrd Skynyrd Jones hailed from Gadsden, Alabama
Called to carry on who his mama was a fan of
Don't ask me no questions and I won't tell you no lies
That's what she always told him right up 'til the day she died, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
When Lynyrd Skynyrd Jones'
Mama passed away
A dressed in all black, black man
Stood up in the back to say
Been thinking 'bout your mama
Since that Tallahassee show
Yeah son, I am your daddy
And my name is Curtis Loew
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Spelled with all four y's
Was born in 70-something
Between "Sweet Home" & "You Got That Right"
His mama met his daddy
At a Tallahassee show
But just like Tuesday
Daddy wound up gone on down the road
Lynyrd Skynard Jones hailed from Gadsden, Alabama
Born to carry on who his mama was a fan of
Don't ask me no questions and I won't tell you no lies
That's what she always told him right up 'til the day she died
Lynyrd wasn't black or white
He was somewhere in between
Throw in abandoned and confused
And you get the blues, when you're just 13
Well, he found his salvation
In a pawn shop bought guitar
You can't teach that kind of pickin'
Its gotta come right from your heart
Lynyrd Skynyrd Jones hailed from Gadsden, Alabama
Called to carry on who his mama was a fan of
Don't ask me no questions and I won't tell you no lies
That's what she always told him right up 'til the day she died, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
When Lynyrd Skynyrd Jones'
Mama passed away
A dressed in all black, black man
Stood up in the back to say
Been thinking 'bout your mama
Since that Tallahassee show
Yeah son, I am your daddy
And my name is Curtis Loew
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Credits
Writer(s): Casey Michael Beathard
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