Lyrics:
Yoda ain't got nothing
Bane ain't got nothing on my boy Alabama Chance
Brad ain't got nothing
Mark ain't nothing on my boy Alabama Chance
Chance's
was smoking banana peels
Back in Alabama where the ballpen
Hammer knocking hubcaps off the reel
Stealing bowties off the grills
Momma said, "No
and the governor's true
Sweet home Alabama, Lordy
Lord, I'm coming home to you, yeah yeah
My, Montgomery's got the answer
and the governor's true
Sweet home Alabama, Lordy
Lord, I'm coming home to you, yeah yeah
My, Montgomery's got the answer
is murder!
Meat is murder!
Beef is nasty.
Meat is murder!
Alabama Man!
Alabama Man!
Hey Ho!
Alabama Man!
My shoes are cool!
My shoes are cool!
I
from the cities to the swamp creeks
I wanna give a shout out to my uncle and my auntie
Alabama born-Alabama raised
Come on down south lemme show you
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
make a soft ass for freak bitch
Been running my check up
I’m next up
Been wearing my crown I’m the Prince
Nigga
Alabama nigga in the Bessemer City
It's time to start the party
(Alabama nights)
Come on let's get it started
(Alabama nights)
Holding down all my liquor
Dancing has made me sicker
I
Taxes! Dodge Taxes!
Dodge Taxes! Dodge Taxes!
Dodge Taxes! Dodge Taxes!
Seven different bitches
Yeah my hoes decentralised
Swallow so much cum
My fucking
cs my credit cards are maxin' that ole Congress keeps on taxin'
With a multi-trillion dollar spending spree!
Oh! Tax-es! Tax-es! cll I
comin' down the hill
Oh, oh, oh, Susannah
Don't you cry for me (oh Susannah, oh Susannah)
'Cause I come from Alabama with my B-A-N-J-O on my knee
(Oh
I swear it always rains
Alabama weather
Never gonna' change
Alabama weather
Always in my way
Alabama weather
Moving like the trains
So, come on, grab
I keep talkin' ‘bout the water
I keep talkin' ‘bout the rain
It falls so hard in Alabama
Where things they never seem to change
Back down where my
red rose
I roll around on the Alabama ground, and I'm redder than a red red rose
Red is the color that my, my baby wore
When he took my red red heart,
keeps getting older
I still haven't made it to California
I never really could afford it
I stayed here in my trusty wasps nest
Alabama
Alabama
Alabama
Guess she like my spice
I heard somebody said
While I was in the bed
While I was getting head
That a nigga was dark
But a nigga light
Man a nigga shine
flowers and winter with snow
Alabama so sweet to my mem'ry you shine like a light on a beautiful hill
Alabama in days of my childhood I played there
I call her Hannah Alabama
(Hannah)
I call her Hannah Alabama
(HANNAH)
Tryna put you in that Prada
(That Prada)
Yea I heard you like Selene Dior
(Turn it up)
Big wheels keep on turning
Carry me home to see my kin
Singing songs about the Southland
I miss Alabamy once again
I think its a sin
I
I never will go back to Alabama, that is not the place for me
I never will go back to Alabama, that is not the place for me
You know they killed my
and Seminoles.
Man I miss those days when I'd drive through those Alabama pines
Dad teachin' me to catch those bass and teachin' me to rig my lines
As I'm headin'
nigga, Salembound
All in this, all day, everyday
Get the fuck out my face, nigga
Alabama Nick
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