Lyrics:
Opera Rock

Economics shut the furnace down Bull Connor hosing children down George Wallace stared them Yankee's down In Birmingham Take a left on the interstate

Don't know why they even bother Putting this highway on the map Anybody's that's ever been on it Knows exactly where they're at It's hells on both ends

Bobby went out for a joy ride with my best girl, left me at the party It was almost ten and the three quarter moon illuminated The rain-soaked streets

no open windows Heat radiating off the tin And they named their band Lynyrd Skynyrd After the coach who kicked them out of school Seven days a week 'cause Rock

/DC With Bon Scott singing, 'Let there be rock tour' With Bon Scott singing, 'Let there be rock tour' With Bon Scott singing, 'Let there be rock'

great this year All eight cylinders all twelve gears Call you up when I touch down At the airport in a Louisiana town Street survivors, feeling no pain A little more rock

Got them pretty road cases Protect our asses, protect our faces Protect our guitars, protect our amps Got them pretty road cases Throw them out an airplane

Well your wishes and your feelings Your bad dreams and intuitions Are about as much used to me right Now as a brand new set of golf clubs We've been

I grew up in North Alabama, back in the 1970's, when dinosaurs still roamed the earth??? Speaking of course of the Three Great Alabama Icons??? George