Lyrics Life In The Factory - Drive-By Truckers

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