作曲 : Drive-By Truckers, Hood
Let me tell y'all a story
So far fetched it must be true'
Bout a bunch of fatherless boys from 
FloridaOne is man enough for two
Practiced twelve hours a day in the 
Hell House
In the swamps outside of town100 degrees without no open windows
Heat radiating off the tin
And 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 Who300 shows a year, outdoor, summer festivals
Them boy's wouldn't even break a sweat
They hit the road doing ninety
Leave them steel mills far behind
Ain't no good life at the 
Ford plant
Three guitars or a life of crime
Sold out shows and platinum records
New York critics and redneckers
Bunch of boy's from 
FloridaHad them eating from their hands
They had to find another glory
But folks, it's still some sad story
Legend over shadows
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