Life In The Factory Lyrics - Southern Rock Opera - 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 a boy who was man enough for two. 

Practiced twelve hours a day in the Hell House 

In the swamps out side 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. 

Practiced 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 foe The Who 

90 degrees, outdoor, summer festivals 

Them, boy's 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 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 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.