Life In The Factory Lyrics

	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

	zuo qu : DriveBy 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

	zuò qǔ : DriveBy 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

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