Lyrics:
To the times that I've ran out the door.
IÂ've been taken by surprise by some women in rouge
I pray He'll forgive me for singing the backslider blues.
I hope
that
Alabama High-Test
65 southbound
Cruising with a half pound
Blue lights spinning round
Better put the hammer down
Dirt road, Tennessee
Ain't nobody
stuff from you
And if I hit you on your head
Boy, its got to make it black and blue
Well, I'm goin' to Alabama
Got my pistols out by my side
Well,
Alabama blue
Alabama blue
Alabama blue
Alabama blue
Yeah, you're strugglin'
Outside, mumblin'
Walkin' by everyone, each day, tumblin'
I
stuff from you
And if I hit you on your head
Boy, its got to make it black and blue
Well, I'm goin' to Alabama
Got my pistols out by my side
Well,
(Aye where you from)
I'm from the A-L-A-B-A-M-A
(We ready)
Bama Bama Bama Bama
(Aye, ah we ready)
I'm from the A-L-A-B-A-M-A
(Ah we ready)
Bama Bama
the man who used to moan the blues
I mean person to person and man to man
We come form south Alabama
To the promised land
I wannna speak man to man
With
I believe in.
Alabama soft-spoken blues again,
Alabama soft-spoken blues again.
Early morning fog is rolling in,
Time for leaving.
Alabama
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
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
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
Oh Susannah
A country Pollyanna
With her brown hair and a pair of eyes real blue
Her mother told her
Girl, you're getting older
Gotta find a man
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
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
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
you gonna do
Coming, coming after you
Watch out for the D-Boys
Watch out for the boys in blue
You better keep it moving (big boy)
You know they're
sip drank by the paint so we stay throwed
And play our music slow
Ride red and ride blue
Them blue riders bang Watts, reds bang Screw
And on the North
town.
We gots a gig to preach in a gaming house
We're Alabama bound"
So the kid took the hand of the old blues man
To lead him all around the south
This Golden Rocket's gonna roll my blues away
Hear that lonesome whistle blow that's your cue and by now you know
That I got another true lover
This Golden Rocket's gonna roll my blues away
Hear that lonesome whistle blow that's your cue and by now you know
That I got another true lover
Red Dirt Girl
Me and my best friend Lillian
And her blue tick hound dog Gideon
Sittin' on the front porch soaking up the shade
Singing every song
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way, nigga
Some real shit right here, nigga
This will be the realest shit you
Came home from work one morning
She looked sad and disappointed
I could tell by the look on her face
She was about to leave this place
She asked if I
it, let 'em in
The king of England woulda left us alone
If he saw Jessica Simpson eat an ice cream cone
Teeny bikinis, red, white and blue
.jpg/300px-The_Blind_Boys_of_Alabama_Cosmopolite_2018_(202624).jpg "The Original Five Blind Boys of Alabama")
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