Lyrics:
a silk suit
Put luggage in my hands
And I woke up high over Albuquerque
On a jet to the promised land
Working on a T-bone steak a la carte
Flying over
Sittiin' in a dim cafe,
Listenin' while the jukebox play
The songs I like to hear when I'm alone.
Thinkin' of my wasted past,
wonderin' if someday
hands on my hips and I was sucked into the woven threads
I found myself walking slowly down a back street
In the French Quarter on a hot August night
I
Way back in Alabama where the dirt roads cut through the woods
And when it rains you can smell the steam off the grass
Even dew on the hood of my
hear it again today
You know my temperature's risin'
And the jukebox's blows a fuse
My heart's beatin' rhythm
And my soul keeps singing the blues
hear it again today
You know my temperature's risin'
And the jukebox's blows a fuse
My heart's beatin' rhythm
And my soul keeps singing the blues
hear it again today
You know my temperature's risin'
And the jukebox's blows a fuse
My heart's beatin' rhythm
And my soul keeps singing the blues
begun
Don't know what kind of man I'm supposed to become
There's weight in my hands and they telling me to run
But they can't see it's weighing a ton
I said, momma don't you worry
I'm gettin' by just fine out on the road
Yea tonight we play in Knoxville
And tomorrow night its back to music
for you in passers by?
My dirty laundrey's spread across the floor
My motivations knocking at your door
Cuz now I'm dancing making memories
Money
If I'm not over you by the time I get to Georgia
Then I guess I'll be Alabama bound
There was a time when I'd do anything for ya
But this time
She’s one of a kind, yeah
Jukebox dancing by the end of the night
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
oh, oh
She’s my
Heartbreaks can't be far away
'Cause heartache just walked in.
Sittiin' in the dim cafe
Listenin' while the jukebox plays
The songs I like to hear
a backwoods baby
Drive my tractor drive me crazy
Likes huntin'
Loves fishin'
And she can hold her own in the kitchen
And by the way boys did I mention
She's
Mercy me oughtta see him in blue jeans
Works hard his heart is gold
And I ain't ever gonna let him go
(Chorus)
He might be his momma's boy
Alabama's
it go
God knows
But let's go walkin'
You've got my heart right in your hand
And if we're talkin'
Maybe there's a chance
Of dancin' once again in
go down to the bar most every night
The jukebox has not played my song in years
The jukebox has not played my song in years
On this same old
Sittiin' in a dim cafe listenin' while the jukebox plays
The songs I like to hear when I'm alone
Thinkin' of my wasted past wonderin' if someday
Gettin dirty-dirty down in south Alabama[00:17.14]Got my Chevy truck sitting up high[00:20.16]Z71, yea we do this just for fun[00:22.98]Got a sticker
VERSE 1:
In Alabama where they holler roll tide at;
3rd coast livin gettin money where it’s grimey at/
Low pay try to work you to the bone;
Ima
and kick it wit' me for a minute
Y'know what I'm sayin', come and ride wit' ya boy man, Hey!
Y'all ready know what it is, hey,
We gone swing by some
That night the Tallahatchie took the wheel
I've been throwing knives
To see just where they land
Now my world is in your hands
Send in
A hat down in a by myself mood
I'm just three chords, but I can't take the truth
I walk in, take a seat
'Nother night, same damn thing on repeat
I'm in a world where I'm surrounded by my enemies (Damn)
Niggas hate but love my style I call em frienemies
Heard you claim to be my bro, you ain't
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