Life in the Factory

Let me tell ya'll a story So far fetched it must be true Bout a bunch of fatherless boys from Florida and one who was man enough for two Practiced twelve hours a day in the Hell House In the swamps outside of town 100 degrees without no open windows Heat radiating off the tin They named their band Lynyrd Skynyrd, after the coach who kicked them out of school Seven days a week cuz 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 90 degrees, outdoor summer festivals Them boys wouldn't even break a sweat Played each show like their lives depended on it 300 a year will take its due They kicked The Stones ass out at Knebworth Ask anyone who was there and they'll tell you They hit the road doing ninety Leave them steel mills far behind Ain't no good life down 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 got the fame and all the glory But folks, it's still a sad story when 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