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stuff from you
And if I hit you on your head
Boy, its got to make it black and blue

Well, I'm goin' to Alabama
Got my pistols out by my side
Well,
stuff from you
And if I hit you on your head
Boy, its got to make it black and blue

Well, I'm goin' to Alabama
Got my pistols out by my side
Well,
I believe in.

Alabama soft-spoken blues again,
Alabama soft-spoken blues again.
Early morning fog is rolling in,
Time for leaving.

Alabama
Me and my best friend Lillian
And her blue tick hound dog Gideon,
Sittin on the front porch cooling in the shade
Singin every song the radio played
Me and my best friend Lillian 
And her blue tick hound dog Gideon,
Sittin' on the front porch cooling in the shade
Singin' every song the radio
Me and my best friend Lillian
And her blue tick hound dog Gideon,
Sittin on the front porch cooling in the shade
Singin every song the radio played
after you
Listen what I'm saying to you Run
Run Devil Run 

By a swamp in Alabama in the cold in the damp
Sitting reading by the light of a kerosene
forever
We were forged by some holy fire
Far away eyes
Filled with sadness and joy
Contradiction, benediction, Alabama boy
There's a raft on the river
not by yourself 
There's somebody else 
Who's been there too 
I know what you think 
About the good 'ol 
Red, White, and Blue 
Your one of me
Me and my best friend Lillian
And her blue tick hound dog Gideon
Sittin' on the front porch coolin' in the shade
Singin' every song the radio
Rollin' out to Vegas 
On an eastbound outta L.A. 
I met a roughneck man who hailed from Alabama 
His eyes had a lot to say 
And his name was
passed me by one thing stayed the same
When I'm feeling lonely, when I'm feeling blue
I crank up some of that good ol' honkey, Lord I think of you.
funky joint
Don't you know
I got tangled
In the star spangled banner
In the middle of Alabama
Or was it Tennessee or Arkansas
New York and Cali got
Me and my best friend Lillian
And her blue tick hound dog Gideon
Sittin' on the front porch coolin' in the shade
Singin' every song the radio
they have cried
Secrets we once revealed
The blue of your eyes
And those hot August nights

Your voice echoed by the wind
And how it disappeared
too long

Oh, angel baby
I lapping on a blue romance
For cargo and by compass
With a serpent’s tail in chance

Through the forties and the trades
Far too long

Oh angel baby I, lapping on a blue romance for cargo
And by compass with a serpent's tail in chance
Through the forties and the Trades
to put the bottom in their face

Back in the thirties when the dust bowl dried
And the woods in Alabama didn't see no light
My Daddy played poker by
you gonna do
Coming, coming after you
Watch out for the D-Boys
Watch out for the boys in blue
You better keep it moving (big boy)
You know they're
nights music
Still waiting for the moon to rise
Dropped my life in a big blue mailbox
In an Alabama grocery store parking lot
Got in my car and just
town.
We gots a gig to preach in a gaming house

We're Alabama bound"
So the kid took the hand of the old blues man
To lead him all around the south
Well in the heat of day down in mobile, Alabama
I'm workin' on the railroad with a steel drivin' hammer
I gotta get some money buy some brand new
say home is where you hang your hat
But it's hard when you a music man
Gotta give my heart and soul every night to another fan
From Alabama out
it, let 'em in
The king of England woulda left us alone
If he saw Jessica Simpson eat an ice cream cone

Teeny bikinis, red, white and blue
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you