Lyrics:
hear it again today
You know my temperature's risin'
And the jukebox's blows a fuse
My heart's beatin' rhythm
And my soul keeps singing the blues
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
for you in passers by?
My dirty laundrey's spread across the floor
My motivations knocking at your door
Cuz now I'm dancing making memories
Money
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
Heartbreaks can't be far away
'Cause heartache just walked in.
Sittiin' in the dim cafe
Listenin' while the jukebox plays
The songs I like to hear
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
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
it go
God knows
But let's go walkin'
You've got my heart right in your hand
And if we're talkin'
Maybe there's a chance
Of dancin' once again in
go down to the bar most every night
The jukebox has not played my song in years
The jukebox has not played my song in years
On this same old
Sittiin' in a dim cafe listenin' while the jukebox plays
The songs I like to hear when I'm alone
Thinkin' of my wasted past wonderin' if someday
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
VERSE 1:
In Alabama where they holler roll tide at;
3rd coast livin gettin money where it’s grimey at/
Low pay try to work you to the bone;
Ima
and kick it wit' me for a minute
Y'know what I'm sayin', come and ride wit' ya boy man, Hey!
Y'all ready know what it is, hey,
We gone swing by some
A hat down in a by myself mood
I'm just three chords, but I can't take the truth
I walk in, take a seat
'Nother night, same damn thing on repeat
That night the Tallahatchie took the wheel
I've been throwing knives
To see just where they land
Now my world is in your hands
Send in
I'm in a world where I'm surrounded by my enemies (Damn)
Niggas hate but love my style I call em frienemies
Heard you claim to be my bro, you ain't
had your hands on
Got folk in Alabama, they still call me Arm & Hammer
See I do it for the
Gutter, not just to get the glamor
Hey who that nigga from
Ev'ry night I sit here by my window (window)
Starin' at the lonely avenue (avenue)
Watching lovers holdin' hands 'n' laughin' (laughin')
Ev'ry night I sit here by my window (window)
Starin' at the lonely avenue (avenue)
Watching lovers holdin' hands 'n' laughin' (laughin')
is who I trust"
Winds of change a blowing
Stirring up the dust
Oh the wanderlust
A simple house in Alabama
Held a quiet daughter
Hear the river running
known
Got the jukebox on my favorite song
Just one more before I go
Hanging around this beat up town
In a room without a view
I walk a mile
Went to Alabama, made that bitch shake
Got this nigga Kevin chaperoning making sure we tamed
She was getting physical, bet that she don't know my
As I sit here by the jukebox
There's an angel spinning songs
That rain teardrops from her eyes
In a run-down honkey tonk
Playing singles, drinking
the bih to ride my bike (ride)
And I got money in the streets (yeah)
Momma gotta keep it on fleek (mama)
Coupe got suede in the seats (skrr, skrr)
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