Lyrics:
fine[01:04.25]I found my dream in Dundee Alabama,[01:09.72]When long dreams come quickly I don't mind[01:14.59]"I'm not a guy who often does this,"[01:18.75]I said,
for me to hand her Alabama
While I only get Everglades
Guess I'm not a Southern Prize
And she not that Hannah from back in the days
(But still I'm)
wishing I was rolling by with
Alabama High-Test
Alabama High-Test
Alabama High-Test
Got me in a big mess
Higher then a wildcat
They're gonna put me in
Down at the diner
Just waitin' in line
Head over to the jukebox
With my nickel and dime
That Rock'n'Roll rhythm
It sure sounds sweet
Makes me want
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
it out
cnd I walk it it out
Up all night
Im feelin hot
cnd they're playin my song
Just in case
I get kicked out
Leave the jukebox on
Its my life
Its
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
Bought a beat up six string in a second hand store
Didn't know how to play it but I knew for sure
That one guitar felt good in my hands
Didn't
Alabama blue
Alabama blue
Alabama blue
Alabama blue
Yeah, you're strugglin'
Outside, mumblin'
Walkin' by everyone, each day, tumblin'
I
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
though you've gone
My poor ol' heart will break
I'm lonesome as the whistle
On the evening train
The jukebox plays a sad old song
I pray to God
but I don't wanna go tonight
Fill my boots up with sand, put a stiff drink in my hand
Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die
Just let my headstone
but I don't wanna go tonight
Fill my boots up with sand, put a stiff drink in my hand
Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die
Just let my headstone
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
science
That mean I'm higher than higher learnin', look in my eyes
That's where the fire's burnin'
Try to deny a music messiah's returnin'
You die
I'm ridin' to Alabama
With my pistols out by my side
'Cause down in Alabama you can run
But you sure can't hide
but I don't wanna go tonight
Fill my boots up with sand, put a stiff drink in my hand
Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die
Just let my headstone
A sun without a drop
A quarter in the slot of an unplugged jukebox joint
And I'm a Gibson missin' all of my damn strings
Can't get you out of my head
I got two shot glasses and a bottle of tequila
With nothing but time on my hands
I got my boots on tight and some money for the jukebox,
So tell me
Igrew up in north alabama back in the 1970s
When dinosaurs still roamed the earth.
Speaking, of course, of the three great alabama icons:
George
be right over there by the jukebox with a quarter in my hand
Trying to buy myself a chance
Well, here goes nothing, I hope for something
I'm
I'm ridin' to Alabama
With my pistols out by my side
'Cause down in Alabama you can run
But you sure can't hide
of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white
yeah, with me
Singing I love rock and roll
So put another dime in the jukebox, baby
I love rock and roll
So come and take the time
And dance with
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