Lyrics:
Mobile Alabama
At a club they call Big Jack's
A little four-piece band was jammin'
So I took my guitar and I sat in
I showed 'em what a band would
on a dinosaur hand me my hat
Excuse me man, but where's the door?
Used to be I had a lotta fun in this old hangout
We'd get stoned at the jukebox and stay
Red like the red dirt down in South Alabama
White, white lightning mason jar in my hand
Blue, like the color of a hard working man
The land that I
it again today
You know, my temperature's risin'
And the jukebox blown a fuse
My heart's beatin' rhythm
And my soul keeps on singin' the blues
hear it again today
You know, my temperature's risin'
And the jukebox blows a fuse
My heart's beatin' rhythm
And my soul keeps on singin'
keeps getting older
I still haven't made it to California
I never really could afford it
I stayed here in my trusty wasps nest
Alabama
Alabama
Alabama
I've got a pocket full of pretty green,
I'm gonna put it in the fruit machine,
I'm gonna put it in the jukebox,
It's gonna play all the records in
on the bar
Jimmy in a fist fight out by the car
Everybody was some kind of star
When we went out last night
Well, the fact that I'm still breathin'
Walkin' down an alabama road
Rememberin' what the Bible told
D g d am
Walkin' with a letter in his hand
D g d am
Dreaming of another southern
I've got good taste for blended whiskey
I can see my way around this bar
I can hear the sound of a vintage jukebox
And smell the smoke
last but you've been found
Baby yeah, yeah, yeah
You're my-my kind of a girl
And when I saw you by the jukebox, ooh ooh
You put a quarter in and played
me that in school
It's something that I learnt on my own
That power is measured by the pound or the fist
It's as clear as this oh
I've got
Me and my best friend Lillian
And her blue tick hound dog Gideon,
Sittin on the front porch cooling in the shade
Singin every song the radio played
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
Me and my best friend Lillian
And her blue tick hound dog Gideon,
Sittin on the front porch cooling in the shade
Singin every song the radio played
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
Me and my best friend Lillian
And her blue tick hound dog Gideon
Sittin' on the front porch coolin' in the shade
Singin' every song the radio
Alabama
And I found mine down in Dixieland
I didn't die out in Montana, no Lord
You let me get back to my old homeland
And I'm gonna hold on to her hand
I'm dying here in Montana, please Lord,
I just want to go back to hold her hand.
Just let me get back to my old homeland.
They said I'd never sing
dying here in Montana please Lord, just want to go back to hold her hand just let me get back to my old homeland.
They said I'd never sing again I
just going on fifteen
But with the help of my finaglin' uncle I get snuck in
For my first taste of sin
I said, "Lemme have a big old sip"
Bllll-bbbb,
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
Me and my best friend Lillian
And her blue tick hound dog Gideon,
Sittin' on the front porch cooling in the shade
Singin' every song the radio
Here I am standing firm
As the ground shakes beneath me
I send you away with my own hand
I try and try to remember that for now it's for the better
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