Life In The Factory - Drive-By Truckers

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