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Bovay, Alabama
Bovay, Alabama
I'll lay my hands deep
Into the mane of my lover
Bovay, Alabama
Bovay, Alabama
In the arms of the warmest colour
Bovay, Alabama
Bovay, Alabama
I'll bury my hands deep
Into the mane of my lover

Bovay, Alabama
Bovay, Alabama
In the arms of the warmest
I'm ridin' to Alabama
With my pistols out by my side
'Cause down in Alabama you can run
But you sure can't hide
It was 1989, my thoughts were short my hair was long
Caught somewhere between a boy and man
She was seventeen and she was far from in-between
It
Carried by the voice
Inside the jukebox
On my grave

You can hear hank williams
Some george jones
Some beatles songs
Some dylan
Some rolling stones
I'm ridin' to Alabama
With my pistols out by my side
'Cause down in Alabama you can run
But you sure can't hide
though you've gone
My poor ol' heart will break
I'm lonesome as the whistle
On the evening train

The jukebox plays a sad old song
I pray to God
Bought a beat up six string in a second hand store
Didn't know how to play it but I knew for sure
That one guitar felt good in my hands
Didn't
It was 1989, my thoughts were short my hair was long
Caught somewhere between a boy and man
She was seventeen and she was far from in-between
It
It was 1989, my thoughts were short my hair was long
Caught somewhere between a boy and man
She was seventeen and she was far from in-between
It
[Chorus]
In the corner of my mind stands a jukebox
It's playing all my favorite memories
One by one they take me back
To the days when you were
be right over there by the jukebox with a quarter in my hand
Trying to buy myself a chance

Well, here goes nothing, I hope for something
I'm
stop, 

I keep droppin' my quarters in the slot. 
I play every song from A to Z. 
I'm just an ol' jukebox junkie. 
Some are dancing fools, 

Some
He bought a beat up six string
In the second hand store
Didn't know how to play it
But he knew for sure

That one guitar
Felt good in his hands
a nickel in
When he danced with his first wife
By '61 his wife was gone
But that jukebox had survived

It was three plays for a quarter
I turned
them ol' grey mules 

The farm grew to be a moneymaker 
And the house he lived in grew up room by room 
The boy worked hard but soon got tired
but disappeared
And the only trace of her that's left I find each night in there

'Cause she's just numbers on the jukebox that I lean on 
There's
Walkin' down an alabama road
Rememberin' what the Bible told
D g d am
Walkin' with a letter in his hand
D g d am
Dreaming of another southern
of Alabama

Yeah, nothing against the crimson tide
I just need that girl here by my side
And I know if I get my way
Alabama's gonna be crying that day

Yeah,
recalling how lonesome a man can be
Feeling a chill when over the hill 
Came a brand new baby blue Cadillac
Stop on a dime
I threw my guitar in the back,
I saw him dancing there
By the record machine
I knew he must have
Been about seventeen

The beat was going strong
Playing my favorite song
I
I saw him dancing there
By the record machine
I knew he must have
Been about seventeen

The beat was going strong
Playing my favorite song
I
It was 1989, my thoughts were short, my hair was long
Caught somewhere between a boy and man
She was seventeen and she was far from in-between
It was
And halfway knowing that you won't be by yourself
There's such a feeling in my heart each time I halfway face the truth

Kinda halfway feel that you want
Star in my hand
It's a quarter for the jukebox boys
Play the Sons of the Mother Lovin' Bunkhouse Band

You ask me what I like about Texas
It's the big