Lyrics:
Time: 1:47 beach bum music bmi
Producer: brian wilson
Assistant engineer: squek stone
Mixed by mark linett at image
Brian wilson
One, two
Acapella,
four by four
Seat laid back, cold six pack
Window cracked, I got the good fire rollin'
Tennessee to Atlanta cross the street to Alabama
Yellin' out
bum bum) ooh-ooh
And when you're far away
I'll make believe you're here to stay
And that you're here so close to me
Sitting by the Christmas tree
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
The beat go bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum
And the bass go bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum
And the trumpets go bum bum bum bum bum bum bum
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
Uptown got its hustlers
The Bowery got its bums
42nd Street got big Jim Walker
He a pool-shootin' son of a gun
Yeah, he big and dumb as a man can
and Arkansas
Maine, Alabama, and Panama
All mixed together and having a ball
Yeah, we went out last night
One thing started leadin' to another
Out last
Waitin for the Alabama sun to go down
Two red dirt girls in a red dirt town
Me and Lillian
Just across the line and a little southeast of Meridian.
She
booty go bum bum
Everytime i see ha baby come here get dum dum
Dumb drunk at the bar when you cum come
By the way that you moving that tempo
Baby gone
played
Waitin' for the Alabama sun to go down
Two red dirt girls in a red dirt town
Me and Lillian
Just across the line
And a little southeast
Waitin for the Alabama sun to go down
Two red dirt girls in a red dirt town
Me and Lillian
Just across the line and a little southeast of Meridian.
She
fade away the way that Bohemians often bare the frigid air
He returned from Alabama to see what he could see
Constant commentary by the wayside
Uptown got its hustlers
The Bowery got its bums
42nd Street got big Jim Walker
He a pool-shootin' son of a gun
Yeah, he big and dumb as a man can
played
Waitin' for the Alabama sun to go down
Two red dirt girls in a red dirt town
Me and Lillian
Just across the line and a little southeast
Living in the rat race smoking rat weed
You reap what you sow when you plant the seed
Bum cheese on rye with ham and prosciutto
Got more Louie than
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
Left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked all
My brothers said that I was rotten to the core
I was the youngest child, so I got by with more
I guess she was tired by the time I came along,
and Daddy
Used to go through yeah I surely do
In the sweet by and by I'm
Gonna look him in the eye
And I'm gonna shake the hand of the
Man who used to moan
in school
She was hot as Alabama in June
Wasn't long before I was knockin' on her door
And we were goin' down Hannah Ford Road
Yeah, it always
Oh my woman left me
That's the only thing to do
Cause I'm on fire
And I'm bad
Even when I talk about Love, uh uh uh
it's a drag!
Stay by my side
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
Left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked all
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
Left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked all
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
I left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked
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