Letra de Lynyrd Skynyrd Jones

Lynyrd Skynyrd jones Spelled with all 4 y's Was born in 70-something Between sweet home & 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 till the day she died Lynyrd wasn't black or white He was somewhere in between Thrown in, abandoned and confused And you get the blues when you’re just 13 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 Gadsdеn, 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 liеs That’s what she always told him Right up till the day she died When Lynyrd Skynyrd Jones Mama passed away A dressed in all black, black man Stood up in the 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