Hell House Blues
by Stephen Wayne
from watching interviews with Lynard Skynard
September 2011
So who in the hell, are the rolling stones...
And who gives a goddamn, about those rotten old bones...
Just meet me at the crossroads, down on old twenty one...
And get high in the green grass, that covers everyone...
Somebody has told you, be a simple old man...
Somebody has sold you, an insurance plan...
All winners and losers, we got beer we got booze...
We got women and music, and then there's the blues...
Got to play in the hell house, just to pay your damn dues...
Got to walk down that dirt road, with some shit in your shoes...
Got to drink to the bottom, in the little brown jug...
Don't fly your damn flag boys, give your brothers a hug...
Somewhere up in heaven, there's a hell house band...
But nobodies a coming, because nobody can...
Getting down on the west side, in a rotten ga'rage...
Get it up about daylight, life's a fucking mir'age...
Ronnie and Johnnie, they stole a six string guitar..
Played in all of the juke joints, played in the dirty-town bars...
Played till pretty pink panties, fell off of sweet Peggy Sue...
Played till all of their fingers, where all bloody and blue...
by Stephen Wayne
from watching interviews with Lynard Skynard
September 2011
So who in the hell, are the rolling stones...
And who gives a goddamn, about those rotten old bones...
Just meet me at the crossroads, down on old twenty one...
And get high in the green grass, that covers everyone...
Somebody has told you, be a simple old man...
Somebody has sold you, an insurance plan...
All winners and losers, we got beer we got booze...
We got women and music, and then there's the blues...
Got to play in the hell house, just to pay your damn dues...
Got to walk down that dirt road, with some shit in your shoes...
Got to drink to the bottom, in the little brown jug...
Don't fly your damn flag boys, give your brothers a hug...
Somewhere up in heaven, there's a hell house band...
But nobodies a coming, because nobody can...
Getting down on the west side, in a rotten ga'rage...
Get it up about daylight, life's a fucking mir'age...
Ronnie and Johnnie, they stole a six string guitar..
Played in all of the juke joints, played in the dirty-town bars...
Played till pretty pink panties, fell off of sweet Peggy Sue...
Played till all of their fingers, where all bloody and blue...
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