Lyrics:
Way back in Alabama where the dirt roads cut through the woods
And when it rains you can smell the steam off the grass
Even dew on the hood of my
She's getting' hammered
On Alabama slammers
Three drinks ago, no
He wouldn't stand a chance
He's sipping' whiskey
Feelin' confident and frisky
Don't wanna see you by yourself, by yourself
By yourself, by yourself, by yourself
We on a drive, looped in
Two seat ride, couped in
Who gon'
I met a fan dancer down in south side Birmingham
She was running from a fat man selling salvation in his hand
She said he's tryin' to save me
But
I met a fan dancer down in south side Birmingham
She was running from a fat man selling salvation
In his hand, she said, he's tryin' to save me
But
to shoulder half of what you go through
So by the fifth of January
She found a man to marry
He was a former missionary from the Bay Side Grove
But he found it
on the bass
From Alabama by way of
Los Angeles, Californa: Larry Larsson, yeah
Wanna apologize to Larry
I'm sorry you missed the Bulls
Socks, that's life yeah
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
the jasmine and magnolia
Sleepy sweet home Alabama
Roll tide roll
Muddy water Mississippi
Blessed Graceland whispers to me
Carry on, carry on
Sweet
drop the bomb on it
New Jersey, Brit's, drop the bomb on it
You need to drop, drop, drop
Drop the bomb on it
Ring the alarm, somebody dropping
By, whoa,
of the edge
In the doorway by the ledge
The Alamo in Alabama
This was supposed to be daddy's last night
Sonny I tried to tell you that I could not find
Living off the friends we made
Never ever getting paid
Kicking ass and paying dues
Lose our mind in self abuse
Loving ladies by the score
Don't wanna see you by yourself, by yourself
By yourself, by yourself, by yourself
We on a drive, looped in
Two seat ride, couped in
Who gon'
teeth
Without a mouth, my thoughts are marrow without bone. My eyes are blinded by a thousand layers of that god damn "Alabama
Chrome."
(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
and design
Sanitize the inner prize
The plan is amplified
Fans are f'n tired
By the need, provided me
Allowing me to open the
Show is over, no promoter
was smoking banana peels
Back in Alabama where the ballpen
Hammer knocking hubcaps off the reel
Stealing bowties off the grills
Momma said, "No
Standing by a riverside
A river so deep and so wide
Current's too strong for only one man
I know because I tried
I got eight oars -
four
on the sidewalk
By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon
Please come to Boston
I said, 'No, would you come home to me?'
And I said, 'Hey, ramblin' boy, now
STARS FELL ON ALABAMA |NEAR THE ROCKY SHOALS|IN A CASKET FACTORY|WHERE THEY FOUND THE SOUL||SEE THAT SKINNY BOY THERE|DRINKING HIM A COKE|DIDN'T WE
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
a man
Any obstacle in the way when lose a maybe, I'ma stand
Who wipes the tears whenever God cry?
I'm apologizing to my fans
Sent this letter, have
I live down in Alabama where the river so muddy got to watch where you step.
Figurin' out things by the Railroad Bridge and a cousin or two want
the night or the
Paper in his hand when
You found your daddy there swinging
From the ceiling fan
By that belt you fucking hated
That left the marks i don’t
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