Last Man Standing

He was the last man standing,
With five decades on the slide.
Just a Simple Man on big stages,
With his hometown full of pride.
A survivor of that plane crash,
That forever changed the band.
Why some were taken and some sparred,
No living person will understand.
But their legacy and their lyrics,
Like fresh waters in a drought.
Keep feeding generations,
that’s what great music’s all about.
From the Westside of the city,
To the best side in the clouds.
Lynyrd Skynyrd is still jamming
for the mortal and heavenly crowds.
Please serenade us
when we get there,
On that guitar the way you do.
Mr. Rossington –
You’re a legend, and we all salute you!