Van Zant Letra

That just because
Your brother ronnie died
He got his head crushed
Under an amp, mid-flight
And everyone else
Living the rock and roll dream
Got burned, maimed, or crippled
In a falling jet stream

You think you've got the talent
You think you've hit the mark
You put a .38 special
To our heads, and our hearts
And you pissed upon the legacy
Of a once great band
So this song's for you
Donnie, and Johnny Van Zant

Yeah

And so you know..

You're beating a dead horse
Trying to give it three steps
Playing music from the swamp
That's fucking with my head
All I can do is write about it
And that's unfortunate, as well
I wish they'd give me back my bullets
So I could send your ass to hell

You think you've got the talent
You think you've hit the mark
You put a .38 special
To our heads, and our hearts
And you pissed upon the legacy
Of a once great band
So this song's for you
Donnie, and Johnny Van Zant

Yeah

And this bird you cannot change

Double trouble's on the rise
And they're dealin' an ace
Brother Ronnie had the jack
New Skynyrd's a disgrace
I gave them all a chance
But it's gettin' too much
Won't give a second glance
Without two bullets from my gun

You think you've got the talent
You think you've hit the mark
You put a .38 special
To our heads, and our hearts
And you pissed upon the legacy
Of a once great band
So this song's for you
Donnie, and Johnny Van Zant

Yeah, you think you've got the talent
You think you've hit the mark
You put a .38 special
To our heads, and our hearts
And you pissed upon the legacy
Of a once great band
So this song's for you
Donnie, and Johnny Van Zant

Yeah, this song's for you
Donnie, and Johnny Van Zant

Go back to alabama, boy