Life In The Factory
Let me tell y'all a story
So far-fetched it must be true
'Bout a bunch of fatherless boys from Florida
One is man enough for two
Practiced 12 hours a day in the hell house
In the swamps outside of town
One hundred degrees without no open windows
Heat radiatin' off the tin
They named their band Lynyrd Skynyrd
After the coach who kicked them out of school
Seven days a week 'cause rock's the only thing
To save them from life in the factory
They spent years inside the hell house
Then they opened for The Stones and The Who
Three hundred souls a year, outdoor, summer festivals
Them boys' wouldn't even break a sweat
They hit the road doing 90
Leave them steel mills far behind
Ain't no good life there at the Ford plant
Three guitars or a life of crime
Sold out shows and platinum records, New York critics and redneckers
Bunch of boys from Florida had them eating from their hands
They had the fame and all the glory
But folks, it's still some sad story when legend overshadows the songs and the band
Let me tell y'all a story
That more or less is the truth
From the swamps of Northern Florida
To the swamps just north of Baton Rouge
So far-fetched it must be true
'Bout a bunch of fatherless boys from Florida
One is man enough for two
Practiced 12 hours a day in the hell house
In the swamps outside of town
One hundred degrees without no open windows
Heat radiatin' off the tin
They named their band Lynyrd Skynyrd
After the coach who kicked them out of school
Seven days a week 'cause rock's the only thing
To save them from life in the factory
They spent years inside the hell house
Then they opened for The Stones and The Who
Three hundred souls a year, outdoor, summer festivals
Them boys' wouldn't even break a sweat
They hit the road doing 90
Leave them steel mills far behind
Ain't no good life there at the Ford plant
Three guitars or a life of crime
Sold out shows and platinum records, New York critics and redneckers
Bunch of boys from Florida had them eating from their hands
They had the fame and all the glory
But folks, it's still some sad story when legend overshadows the songs and the band
Let me tell y'all a story
That more or less is the truth
From the swamps of Northern Florida
To the swamps just north of Baton Rouge
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Writer(s): Patterson Hood
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