Lyrics:
I've got my pistols in my pockets boys
I'm Alabama bound
I've got my pistols in my pockets boys, I'm
I'm Alabama bound
Well, I'm not looking
Added to their thirteen colonies
Tennessee, Vermont, Kentucky
Louisiana and Ohio, Mississippi, Indiana
Alabama, Maine, Missouri
Added Arkansas
started rushin' in
Hungry for some food
Dogs started twitching and they're looking at you
It was light by five
Torn all apart
All in the name
The preacher man says it's the end of time
And the Mississippi River, she's a going dry
The interest is up and the stock markets down
And you only
started rushin' in
Hungry for some food
Dogs started twitching
And they're looking at you
It was light by five
Torn all apart
All in the name
When we touch down (in the Midwest we okay
E'rybody know them southern boys love that bass)
Atlanta go bananas, Alabama, 'weesiana
Mississippi
Don't you see
You're committin' yourself
On the street (Blind boy, blind boy)
Blind boy (Blind boy, blind boy)
Your mommy and your daddy
Are
I've got my pistols in my pockets boys
I'm Alabama bound
I've got my pistols in my pockets boys, I'm
I'm Alabama bound
Well, I'm not looking
Alabama for the city, New York City, yeah
I told you five or four times
I told you five or four times
I told you five or four times
I told you five
Alabama for the city, New York City, yeah
I told you five or four times
I told you five or four times
I told you five or four times
I told you five
the waether
And he can tell you when it's gonna rain
Told me 'bout the flood of Twenty-Nine
That washed the crops away
Underneath that Alabama sky
A driverless and circling car
Runs over its owner
Five accidents
A man of fish-eyed head grows a scaly skin
Crippled dog helps boy to walk again
Five
It was 1989, my thoughts were short my hair was long
Caught somewhere between a boy and man
She was seventeen and she was far from in-between
It
start to run in,
Hungry for some food
Dogs start a-twitching
And they're looking at you
It was light
By five
Torn all apart
All in the name
and four different artists in the top ten
Cause this here is never gonna end
Yeah one Mississippi (and) two Mississippi
(and) three Mississippi (and)
Grace
A piece of canvas is only the beginning for
It takes on character with every loving stroke
This thing of beauty is the passion of an Artist's
It was July hot 'cross Georgia on my way to myrtle beach
I just got my diploma so I set out in search of me
The honeymoon was over and Alabama was
tight
Just got off the nine to five
That's just how a country boy do
All week, I be rakin'
Long weekend, I be lakin'
We wrap the truck, no paintin'
Counting the seconds while singing the Mississippi's
One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi, four
Five Mississippi, six Mississippi
This them golf boys, like them hot boys
For the nine, 9 and 2,000, but its the 2,000
When the one four and the one five, yo what up Wayne
(What up
trouble that turn into a struggle
Halfway across Alabama
And that hound broke down and left us all stranded
In downtown Birmingham
Right away I
are so bright, but they never blind me, me
Welcome to New York, it's been waitin' for you
Welcome to New York, welcome to New York
When we first
old woman
Who you're faithful to for life."
"You know I ain't no guru,
I'm just a blind black preacher man.
My guitar is my gospel, boy,
And I
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