Lyrics:
a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
(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
freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak was all she said
We jumped in
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
I see
Is a girl with houndstooth on
In the stands in Tuscaloosa
Might've lost by twenty two
But I hate Alabama
'Cause that's where I lost you
It was summertime in Northern Michigan
Ahh Ahh Ahh
Ahh Ahh Ahh
Splashing through the sand bar
Talking by the campfire
It's the simple
She too busy fan'n
If she just want my possessions I'm gone like Danny Phantom
Pray to the Lord my soul to take
If I die before I wake just know it
a man
When I met Ann, I soked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
came back with me cross the Vol' state line
Guess the jokes on Alabama 'cause they lost big this time
I got the number one pick, blonde hair, red
Meanwhile in North Alabama, Wilson Pickett comes to town
To record that sweet soul music, to get that Muscle Shoals sound
Meanwhile in North Alabama
He should have known by all of my past sins
It's a wonder I ain't already locked up in the pin
Nothin' to lose on any given day
Will this be my last
on the same broad and we still cool
Keep a steel too
Not from 63rd but we drill too
No disrespect but we ain't from there
Alabama this the country the wrong
San Diego to Sacramento
They'll tell you yes, wherever you go
And I bet my life won't one say no
Ain't nothing like a Too $hort fan
I ain't
MOUNT MEIGS
Mount Meigs
Alabama Industrial School for Negro Children
‘64
They let me go
They let me go from Mount Meigs, Alabama
In 1964
But with
never hesitated to take off my plate
(Fuck em)
If I needed help they'd be like, what'd you do as of late
Was my biggest fans then I found out, now they
bars
Righteousness make the land grow
You livin' by them righteous bars
Cool out let the fan blow
You ain't livin' by them righteous bars
If that's what
was smoking banana peels
Back in Alabama where the ballpen
Hammer knocking hubcaps off the reel
Stealing bowties off the grills
Momma said, "No
Fan de toi fan de toi oh yeh
Baby you're so nice
Do you wanna be my wife
When i don't see you my honey i'm sad
I just wanna feel you by myside
I just
the bottom won't you roll the window down
If ya cruisin'
I got that Trunk Muzik
Alabama's unanimous animal Yelawolf
On the eight O eight come and fade away
decorated on chrome
And it's candy painted, fans faintin' while I'm entertainin'
Wild, ain't it? How me and money gettin' acquainted
Plus I hang with
them ol' grey mules
The farm grew to be a moneymaker
And the house he lived in grew up room by room
The boy worked hard but soon got tired
nim cię znajdę w Alabamie
Podróż powrotną też opłacę
Zbyt wiele trzeba by zapomnieć
A ja zapomnieć nie potrafię
Sweet home Alabama mówisz niebo jak ze
decorated on chrome
And it's candy painted, fans faintin' while I'm entertainin'
Wild, ain't it? How me and money gettin' acquainted
Plus I hang with
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