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for mistakes and depression
And with that being said, let me ask this question:
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan is
(One
crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst
could tell that you're a fan
You're a fan already
You're a fan already
Know that you're a fan
He a fan already
He a fan already
Yeah, you dancing
Southern man, you sure are pretty,
Got a smile to still the city,
And Lord, you know, you got those sleepy eyes.
Alabama sweet-talking baby,
Dixie was the pride of Alabama
I met her on a lonesome midnight train
Rollin' slowly out of Union Station
She was staring out the window at the rain
we'd write
But you know how it goes when time goes by
Yeah, I wonder what that girl from spring break's doin' now
Is she back in Alabama, two kids
Drive my search engine home
Dropped, chopped, Alabama chrome
Hey what the hell it runs, so
The day is done so
Let's have some fun so
Yours very truly
Waitin for the Alabama sun to go down
Two red dirt girls in a red dirt town
Me and Lillian
Just across the line and a little southeast of Meridian.
She
played
Waitin' for the Alabama sun to go down
Two red dirt girls in a red dirt town
Me and Lillian
Just across the line and a little southeast
Waitin for the Alabama sun to go down
Two red dirt girls in a red dirt town
Me and Lillian
Just across the line and a little southeast of Meridian.
She
Mobile Alabama DJ
Livin' by the ocean sometimes I get the notion
To take my Jane to Alabama
We hang out in a funky little bar
They call it
If I pass before my next just know I tried
I just pray I'm by myself if I'm traveling on 85
I just pray the hurt I've caused
Doesn't surpass
Pato! All over America!
I want the whole wide world to know
that Pato Banton is on the go.
Just like a tree that plant by the rivers of water
I will
Mercy me oughtta see him in blue jeans
Works hard his heart is gold
And I ain't ever gonna let him go
(Chorus)
He might be his momma's boy
Alabama's
but I ain't ever show my hand
But then again I understand its a lot to demand
Enhance my brand band a big ol' flock of fans
Man I just need y'all
as a fan but I snap like a pea/
IG it is what it is, I be;
That man around my way, no F L EX-ING/
HOOK:
This Alabama hoe - repeat
Where it’s Roll Tide at -
stuff no Alabama (Oh yea)
The picture it look like panorama
We in it, we in it, we in it, we in it, yea aye aye (Aye aye)
Wish I could see you not just
stuff no Alabama (Oh yea)
The picture it look like panorama
We in it, we in it, we in it, we in it, yea aye aye (Aye aye)
Wish I could see you not just
played
Waitin' for the Alabama sun to go down
Two red dirt girls in a red dirt town
Me and Lillian
Just across the line
And a little southeast
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
Alabama, Daddy from Kentucky
She like shootin' ducks, yeah, she like shootin' bunnies
Ride me yellin' "Yeehaw", redneck shawty fuck me
Clovers in her Dad's
really, cause your Cousin do fine by me
She my
My Southern baby I call her Alabama
Before we sleep
We wear our pink pajamas
Now I ain't country
But teach me
I woke up this morning in Alabama
Just in time to see the sun wake up the trees
Just in time to hear the trees wake up the birds
Just in time to find
Mobile, Alabama, Mississippi
Tonight I'm gonna love you 'til
It all goes south, Hey hey
We got history in these barstools
We got things we couldn't fix
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