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fine[01:04.25]I found my dream in Dundee Alabama,[01:09.72]When long dreams come quickly I don't mind[01:14.59]"I'm not a guy who often does this,"[01:18.75]I said,
for me to hand her Alabama While I only get Everglades Guess I'm not a Southern Prize And she not that Hannah from back in the days (But still I'm)
wishing I was rolling by with Alabama High-Test Alabama High-Test Alabama High-Test Got me in a big mess Higher then a wildcat They're gonna put me in
Down at the diner Just waitin' in line Head over to the jukebox With my nickel and dime That Rock'n'Roll rhythm It sure sounds sweet Makes me want
it out cnd I walk it it out Up all night Im feelin hot cnd they're playin my song Just in case I get kicked out Leave the jukebox on Its my life Its
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
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
Alabama blue Alabama blue Alabama blue Alabama blue Yeah, you're strugglin' Outside, mumblin' Walkin' by everyone, each day, tumblin' I
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
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
but I don't wanna go tonight Fill my boots up with sand, put a stiff drink in my hand Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die Just let my headstone
but I don't wanna go tonight Fill my boots up with sand, put a stiff drink in my hand Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die Just let my headstone
I grew up in North Alabama, back in the 1970's, When dinosaurs still roamed the earth Speaking Of course of the Three Great Alabama Icons George
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
science That mean I'm higher than higher learnin', look in my eyes That's where the fire's burnin' Try to deny a music messiah's returnin' You die
but I don't wanna go tonight Fill my boots up with sand, put a stiff drink in my hand Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die Just let my headstone
A sun without a drop A quarter in the slot of an unplugged jukebox joint And I'm a Gibson missin' all of my damn strings Can't get you out of my head
I got two shot glasses and a bottle of tequila With nothing but time on my hands I got my boots on tight and some money for the jukebox, So tell me
Igrew up in north alabama back in the 1970s When dinosaurs still roamed the earth. Speaking, of course, of the three great alabama icons: George
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
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
of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white
yeah, with me Singing I love rock and roll So put another dime in the jukebox, baby I love rock and roll So come and take the time And dance with
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