Lyrics:
Thomas was a champion
No one can deny that
He led the Alabama Crimson Tide
In all time total sacks
But his heart was even bigger
Than all his natural skill
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
Jane
Yonder comes that gal of mine
How do you think I know
Know her by that gingham gown
Hanging down so low
Bake them biscuits baby
Bake em good
History can never be made by one man we must smash this one quickly
History is made only by the masses of the people this is clear
Even
things
Making love out by the lake to our favorite song
Sipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking 'bout tomorrow
Singing 'Sweet Home Alabama' all
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 trailer park they call home
Boy standing at attention in the corner his own
Terrified, scorpion crawling the wall
By the way father,
Alabama blue
Alabama blue
Alabama blue
Alabama blue
Yeah, you're strugglin'
Outside, mumblin'
Walkin' by everyone, each day, tumblin'
I
down the wrong road
And living by the wrong code
And chasing after dreams that don't come true
Looking for the right signs
And riding on the white
decorated on chrome
And it's candy painted, fans faintin' while I'm entertainin'
Wild, ain't it? How me and money gettin' acquainted
Plus I hang with
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
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, short bed Ford
My uncle
Becky was a beauty from south Alabama
Her Daddy had a heart like a nine pound hammer
Think he even did a little time in the slammer
What was I
eyes,[00:16.12]Played the game, won the prize[00:20.07]I was workin' on a ranch in Dundee Alabama,[00:24.48]Bustin' broncos, hard work, easy pay[00:29.05]I met a girl
the Tropicannibal motel
Takin' showers 'bout every hour
'Cause I wasn't really feelin' well
Well in walked the Alabama Leanin' Man
His ol' buddy Billy Swann
Two old
San Diego to Sacramento
They'll tell you yes, wherever you go
And I bet my life won't one say no
Ain't nothing like a Too $hort fan
I ain't
From old Montana down to Alabama I've been before and I'll travel again
You trifling women can't keep a good man down
You dealt the cards but you
I burn with desire
each time my heart fans the fire
To that old flame
that burns inside of me
She cried when I left her
now I try to forget her
From old Montana down to Alabama I've been before and I'll travel again
You trifling women can't keep a good man down
You dealt the cards but you
He should have known by all of my past sins
It's a wonder I ain't already locked up in the pin
Nothin' to lose on any given day
Will this be my last
a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
Americana, blue jeans and marijuana
Type of friends that show their love by picking on ya
On the phone or on the lawn or on the corner
Springsteen
(Hey, how 'bout ya, Alabama? Roll on!)
Roll on highway, roll on along
Roll on daddy till you get back home
Roll on family, roll on crew
Roll
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