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 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 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 Who

300 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 Florida

Had 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