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Yeah So you think.. 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.. Letras de cancionesYou'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 From Letras Mania