Eric Church - Lynyrd Skynyrd Jones Lyrics

Lynyrd Skynyrd Jones
Spelled with all four y's
Was born in 70-something
Between "Sweet Home" and "You Got That Right"
His mama met his daddy
At a Tallahassee show
But just like Tuesday
Daddy wound up gone on down the road

Lynyrd Skynyrd Jones
Hailed from Gadsden, Alabama
Born to carry on
Who his mama was a fan of
Don't ask me no questions
And I won't tell you no lies
That's what she always told him
Right up 'til the day she died

Lynyrd wasn't black or white
He was somewhere in between
Throw in, abandoned and confused
And you get the blues when you're just thirteen
Well he found his salvation
In a pawn shop bought guitar
You can't teach that kind of pickin'
It's got to come right from your heart

Lynyrd Skynyrd Jones
Hailed from Gadsden, Alabama
Called to carry on
Who his mama was a fan of
Don't ask me no questions
And I won't tell you no lies
That's what she always told him
Right up 'till' the day she died, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

When Lynyrd Skynyrd Jones'
Mama passed away
A dressed in all black, black man
Stood up in back to say
Been thinking about your mama
Since that Tallahassee show
Yeah son, I am your daddy
And my name is Curtis Lowe
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh