Lyrics:
funky joint
Don't you know
I got tangled
In the star spangled banner
In the middle of Alabama
Or was it Tennessee or Arkansas
New York and Cali got
bride
Four little babies and my hound reside
Back in the hills on the mountain side
South of the river bend
I've got my cell phone, she's on roam
appreciation, no more hesitation, reparations
Focus on innovation
In the middle of the night, with a pistol by my side, there isn't no place for us to
Hide
When
You want to sing your song son
You want to tell your dreams
From boyhood to manhood
And all points in between
From the ditches of Alabama
have been imprisoned by my father, who wishes me to
marry against my will. Please, please, please come and rescue me.
I am in the tall tower of Swamp
I gotta hear it again today.
You know, my temperature's risin'
The jukebox's blowin' a fuse.
And all the rockin' and the ridin'
The ryhtm
something to that honky tonk attitude
It pulls me out of that everyday sinking sand
But I feel better with a cold one in my hand
Right now I really need
got swinging doors a jukebox and a bar stool
And my new home has got a flashing neon sign
Stop by and see me anytime you want to
Cause I'm always
It's not much but I feel welcome here, inside.
I've got swinging doors, a jukebox and a bar stool,
My new home has a flashing neon sign;
Stop by
swinging doors, a jukebox and a barstool
And my new home has a flashing neon sign
Stop by and see me anytime you want to
'Cause I'm always here at home till
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
if they
Bury me in Dixie
Well, lay me by my daddy
And my grandpa just the same
I want every headstone next to me
To read my last name
But take
the Act in the Phantom
I'm too hot to hot to handle
The police hate my guts
'Cause the niggas kicking dust
They was raised by us, what the fuck
dolla' parked
In an old holla with my Dixieland delight
That's Alabama rolled
High with my sister that's a
Bit hard of hearin
Fearin cuz' my engineer is
I gotta hear it again today.
You know, my temperature's risin'
The jukebox's blowin' a fuse.
And all the rockin' and the ridin'
The ryhtm
I gotta hear it again today.
You know, my temperature's risin'
The jukebox's blowin' a fuse.
And all the rockin' and the ridin'
The ryhtm
on either side
Is there anybody with me
Eight hands four willing hearts
Won't someone answer my plea
Well I got in the boat
I stayed afloat
Some
to Tennessee
South Carolina down to New Orleans
It's mud on the tires out in Alabama
Twice as nice out in Texarkana
It's whiskey barrels and copper wire
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
And I've got swinging doors, a jukebox and a barstool
And my new home has a flashing neon sign
Stop by and see me any time you want to
'Cause I'm always
got swinging doors, a jukebox and a bar stool
And my new home has a flashing neon sign
Stop by and see me any time you want to
'Cause I'm always here
swinging doors, a jukebox and a bar stool
And my new home has a flashing neon sign
Stop by and see me any time you want to
'Cause I'm always here at home
the jukebox hand in hand
And he'll kiss me my big truck drivin' man
I call him the truck stop pinball king cause he knows how to beat that old machine
He's
there were just two left standin’
And the fiddle players chose, ‘my love is like a red, red rose’
As she shyly took him by the hand and...
We all stood
.jpg/300px-The_Blind_Boys_of_Alabama_Cosmopolite_2018_(202624).jpg "The Original Five Blind Boys of Alabama")
Discuss these jukebox in my hand by alabama Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In