Lyrics:
rides"
Just a little lake across the Alabama line
But I was king of the ocean
When daddy let me drive
Just an old half ton shortbed Ford
My uncle bought
We were driving to Birmingham,
Alabama and my buddy Keith was driving the truck
And this lady about ran us off the road in a cadillac.
She just kinda
made you a slave and he gave you a bible
400 years gettin' our ass kicked
By so-called christians and catholics
But I watch 'em burn in a fire
See I'm
Richard frost
By: jimmy buffett
Richard frost left alabama heading west to find his fame
Only got to oklahoma and that's where he changed his name
Alabama girl with a grudge was the headline
Judge said "I'm puttin' her away for a long time"
She's a household name when the child begins
No one even
hard to beat
As the stranger knew then the toughest two by far were where he sat
Was a pot belly fellow from south Alabama and a dude in a black felt
made you a slave and he gave you a bible
400 years gettin' our ass kicked
By so-called christians and catholics
But I watch 'em burn in a fire
See
ring
A bungalow by the sea
(Boy)You're really naive to ever believe a full of baloney phoney like me
(Girl) Say! How about the time you went
on
The big screen, then hit every trap and traveled on
Past, present to Texas to Alabama strong
Down in Miami, up to Louisiana homes,
From the Carolinas,
of gettin' our ass kicked
By so called Christians an' Catholics
But I'm a watch 'em burn in the fire
See I'm a G, that's why I ain't in your choir
'Cause
I just heard the sad song by another band sung by another man he gave me the once over twice I said when he said okay so long he hung me with
alley tormented by mind
Dodgin' the (Tech.. 4x N9ne.. 4x)
Now here's the message
Liberate me, Chocolatate'
Take 'em and rock now play
Do the fuck
a line
Shift the paradigm with a pair of rhymes
Style Bonnie Caylor, in the sweep with Caroline
Getting dressed up under pressure, Alabama shakes
The boys in the crew are only waiting for you
Well you been to Alabama, girl 'n Georgia too
'N all the boys in the crew is bein' good to you
I know
The boys in the crew are only waiting for you
Well you been to Alabama, girl 'n Georgia too
'N all the boys in the crew is bein' good to you
I know
Let's go down to Alabama
Let's go see my dear old mama
Fryin' eggs and cookin' hammy
That's what I like 'bout the South
She's got baked ribs
world by surprise
Stood right next to Elvis in Memphis and looked him straight in the eyes
Ten years later young Bocephus busted through the door
And I
This ain't nothing, I ain't stunting till I hit the button
Rich's at when the blue river diamonds flooding
Riding by the ocean just for promotion
Top
killas on our tippy tippy toes
See the barrel knows where the bullet go
and then we smash off in that 4 by 4
See we rolled on ya set and then bucked
There's a train a-comin' and I need a ride
Somewhere to run and somewhere to hide
I'd love to stay here by your side
But honey, I'm hard to hold
Pre>c am
Many's the hour I've lain by my window
See am
And thought of the people who carried the burden
See am
Who marched in the strange fields in
There were Choctaws in Alabama
Chippewas in St. Paul
Mississippi mud runs like a river in me
America
Ooh, she's like a mother to me
Oh
There were Choctaws in Alabama
Chippewas in St. Paul
Mississippi mud runs like a river in me
America
Ooh, she's like a mother to me
Oh
of my single-wide door
Raised by them dope boys, so I know how them things look
Thanks for the recipe, rest in peace, Wayne Bush
I don't cook my shit,
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