Lyrics:
I said, momma don't you worry
I'm gettin' by just fine out on the road
Yea tonight we play in Knoxville
And tomorrow night its back to music
a blonde hair
Five seven, Alabama piece of heaven
On a Thursday night
Wasn't planning on a no sleep sunrise
Kissing by the riverside
Looking into your
If I'm not over you by the time I get to Georgia
Then I guess I'll be Alabama bound
There was a time when I'd do anything for ya
But this time
a backwoods baby
Drive my tractor drive me crazy
Likes huntin'
Loves fishin'
And she can hold her own in the kitchen
And by the way boys did I mention
She's
and da Gangsta
We stayed on our toes, all ten of 'em
No matter what, representin' Montgomery, Alabama
We still here, all debts paid
'Cause we don' paid
teeth
Without a mouth, my thoughts are marrow without bone. My eyes are blinded by a thousand layers of that god damn "Alabama
Chrome."
trynna run away from me, caught them by the docks
Azyn might be evil, or just a bit unorthodox
Went to Alabama, made that bitch shake
Got this nigga Kevin
on Friday night
On a small town night in Alabama
We've got everything to make it right
In the back woods
With our beer cans
We throw in the fire on our land
Lugz.
Ya know I had to get it mane.
Making plays Alabama out to Philly mane. (Aye)
Said you know I had to get it mane.
Get this paper if you and you
Gettin dirty-dirty down in south Alabama[00:17.14]Got my Chevy truck sitting up high[00:20.16]Z71, yea we do this just for fun[00:22.98]Got a sticker
taking shots at you
"Cause you're an animal, oh
Here we go, Alabama's own buddy
Chroming eh? And I'm in the zone now
Everybody, bringing 'em home baby
til de gode gamle dage
Cocktails og smøger på altanen som en Marlboro Man-reklam'
Goddamn, jeg ik' en del af det de laver for fa'n
Goddamn, det var
And Sharon makes a mean margarita to be a senorita from Birmingham
Luke Combs and Sweet Home Alabama, they're playin' on the stereo
Out on the farm with my
tidlig
Holder på å sovne
Så treffer eg tjommien min Clova
Han kommer hele veien fra Huntsville Alabama
G Side
Så han må si ka det går i
Si det te de mann
and Daddy
Used to go through yeah I surely do
In the sweet by and by I'm
Gonna look him in the eye
And I'm gonna shake the hand of the
Man who used to moan
a backwoods baby
Drive my tractor drive me crazy
Likes huntin'
Loves fishin'
And she can hold her own in the kitchen
And by the way boys did I mention
She's
Across the Georgia line for a ticket for the lotto
Probably never see his name in the headlines
But if I had a plane, I'd put it in the sky
Alabama
She's
She's the lady with the fan
When she comes by, hold your man
She made Smoky Joe so ginny
He forgot about his Minnie
She's the lady with the fan
She's the lady with the fan
When she comes by, hold your man
She made Smoky Joe so ginny
He forgot about his Minnie
She's the lady with the fan
groupie bitches, fan hoes
"Nardo, what's her name? Didn't you hit her?"
I don't be knowin' their names, I go by pictures (I go by pictures)
She cryin'
is for my fans, yeah, this is for my fans
I grit my teeth out here in this jungle
Surrounded by truth to see, I know what now this like
It's a gamble
fabeldyr på
Og Riksantikvar'n kjem med vern og peng
For by-fin kultur det er det vi treng
Da gi'n kje Stefan-fan-fan
Tsjudi Madsen
Da gi'n kje Stefan-fan-fan
nigga now don't make it a murder
Too late to talk when the shit hit the fan
Got choppas on deck, more drums than a band
Gun a nigga down, leave 'em where
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
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