Lyrics:
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
I don't know east Texas from Louisiana.
And I don't know Alabama or where Atlanta lies tonight.
And Indianapolis.
Summers in park and recreation
me
Navy, downloaded by the tidals like Jay-Z
That's a roll offshore like an A.P
Davy, Jones' locker on top of those hoppers off the side of the ship
the Hansel to your Gretel, you's a dame, understood?
Overstand, ho ass nigga from my hood, I'm embarrassed
By the lack of class, sat in the back of class
to Indiana
(Boy) I was lyin' I was down in Alabama!
(Girl) You said you had some business you had to complete
(Boy) What I was doin' I would be a cad
in the wind
Father pat gives benediction
Cross the coden bridge again
Crickets spreadin' rumors by the shoreline
With the lonesome lady whine
to Indiana
(Boy) I was lyin' I was down in Alabama!
(Girl) You said you had some business you had to complete
(Boy) What I was doin' I would be a cad
and another one in my boot
I drove a big ole Cadillac, bought a new one anytime I pleased
And I put more lawmen in the ground than Alabama put cottonseed
I
Shirley Temple girl
Now she be runnin wit some scramblers that be down in Alabama
Packin twin hammers, screamin "Life doesn't matter"
It's a vicious
we drink too much on Friday nights
Raise our hand in the neon lights
Sweet Home Alabama and a Ring of Fire
I could sing along 'til the day I die
twurkulators
down in Florida, they got some twurkulators
Alabama, They got some twurkulators
North, South Carolina, got some twurkulators
New York, Got some
the sack
All these bitches on my dick
Smokin' in the sticks clickin' off that ana
Roll that Thai like Alabama
Bitch, I'm MC wit' that Hammer
Steady duckin'
in my Tropicana
Bad white bitch from Alabama
Join Elliot when I go clean my dental
They know we'll never stop playing with hammers
Yeah, fuck, I
name forever stand
He'll always be remembered in the courts of Alabama
Now his earthly race is over, let the curtains fall
They're carrying him back
I'm sittin in tha cut, smokin on wha?
Hataz betta watch out for tha butt
I bring it to ya, wha? Bring it from ya head to ya wha?
Yea, I'm real wit
ride with petroleum
I gotta ride on boy, gotta bring the noise
Rent my car, gotta hit me a lick in Detroit
Some in Alabama, some down in Asia
I'm do
She's getting' hammered
On Alabama slammers
Three drinks ago, no
He wouldn't stand a chance
He's sipping' whiskey
Feelin' confident and frisky
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
that I’m proud of you
Took my life when you left Alabama
I’m so cold I just write in November
Hurt my soul when I think about yo brother
Make a song just
I met a woman in West Virginia
She said her name was Alabama
She from a little town outside Savannah
Where everybody talk that country grammar
Alabama trailer park they call home
Boy standing at attention in the corner his own
Terrified, scorpion crawling the wall
By the way father,
Woah woah woah
Yeah yeah
In the middle of the night
Keep you by my side
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
In the middle of the night yeah
Keep you by my side
more respect than any rapper
I'm Nick Saban in Alabama
I got guns but not for cameras
The new man up in Atlanta
I'm the strap on your lap
I'm
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
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