Now when I reached 21 I knew the time had come I had that old ramblin' itch Breaking little girls hearts I tore the world apart A guitar playin' son of a (guitar
her in college Hanging out at sigma Chi Singing stoned and drunken versions Of American Pie We picked up and married Soon as she got out of school I'
, United Nations quietly taken To own your soul, take it or leave it, just my evaluation Stack loot and guns, teach the girls karate School your sons
newspapers they said I was too slow when I was a barista they said I made lousy foam when I worked in retail they said I was a slob much too dumb for school
You taught me how to play guitar You told me that I'd go far, just by tryin' Yeah, just by tryin' When we were kids playin' Social D Spiritual man on
I was locked all day, in the summer heat, in a small brown house, in suburban street, with a skateboard and my shit guitar, i'd dream all day that
schoolyard Big boys being bullies make it so hard? It's a lesson for the real world Seems so far away, the real world Up to the bigger school Trying
Monday morning wake up knowing that you've gotta go to school Tell your Mum what to expect, she says "It's right out of the blue" Do you went to work
it a go It didn't suit Sukie, she took her things and left Sukie was the kid, she liked to hang out in the art school She didn't enroll but she wiped
Goin' to a party, meet me on after school Well, we're goin' to a place where the jive is really cool And if the band stops playin' there's a jukebox down
in America Lost in America Lost in America Lost Well, I live at the 7-11 Well, I'm tryin' to play this guitar Well, I'm learning stairway to heaven 'Cause heaven's where you are I can't go to school
't have much choice you see But by the time I was eight I could tell it was too late I was already barking up the wrong tree Well when I was in school
Story of my life High school seemed like such a blur I didn't have much interest in sports or school elections And in class I dreamed all day 'bout a
outside of town 100 degrees without no open windows Heat radiating off the tin And they named their band Lynyrd Skynyrd After the coach who kicked them out of school
the autumn breeze Once I was a tumblin' weed Like a rollin' stone, cold and all alone Living for the day my train would come I never cared for school
Hangin? out at the old park pool Right after Sunday school Banana Boat, a rubber float Another summer afternoon Bonfire at the creek tonight Bubba bringin
I like an old guitar Playin' a Gosdin song In a smoky bar That's what turns me on, yeah If that makes me a little old school Go ahead and call me yesterday
Christine was the Queen of Teens She sang into the shadows to be free Always lookin' for something beautiful To sing to When school nights kept her in