Lyrics:
at all
I've got a beer in my left hand
And Tequila in front of me
A couple of dollars in change
For the jukebox to set me free
And tonight I'm going
run
But you are the kind of girl
To tease me and have some fun
I like the way you say Alabama
When you're making face in the camera
I wanna surf your
Every night I sit here by my window
Staring at the lonely avenue
Watching lovers holding hands and laughing
And thinking 'bout the things we used
But back home in Alabama
They tried to tar an’ feather me
Some say it’s changin’
But the things remain the same
I’m a man, not your boy
Call me by my
Video screens had a hold on me
Til I took them by surprise
Meaning business means not wearing a suit
A drunken hobo cried
I saw my love in reflection
hand in hand
We'll walk hand in hand
We'll walk hand in hand
We'll walk hand in hand, some day
Deep in my heart
Oh, deep in my heart
I do believe
town.
We gots a gig to preach in a gaming house
We're Alabama bound"
So the kid took the hand of the old blues man
To lead him all around the south
spoken
But I sense you pass
I watch your hand touch the jukebox side
It's the dream of your life of your life in one play
You carefully make your choice
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
Something to being one in the masses
Something to being surrounded by others and not alone by yourself
I never wanted the bright lights and my eyes are
a drink in my hand
cnd Saddle up y'all, we at it again
With all of my Drinkin' Friends
cnd They don't cut us off till 2 am
Got some overtime hours
Alabama Shakedown
No time to turn around
Don't try calling your mama
She's too far outa town
Step outa your vehicle, put your hands up in the air
Got
Cincinnati
Tell the people how they do in Cincinnati
Yo, how do they do it in the 'Natti?
Tell my people how they do it in the 'Natti
They say the West coast
in an old jukebox
Got a one night stand ice cold in my hands
And I hope to hell that you understand
That tonight I got a dance with the devil in
slow
Come over and start up a conversation with just me
And trust me I'll give it a chance now
Take my hand, stop, put Van the Man on the jukebox
And they Left him laying there taking everything he had
One year later I was fighting in Alabama
When I got a phone call from my ex baby mama
Yo She told me
will divide you into pieces
Turn you to rot and leave you to the leeches
He a bitch, he gon' test my fucking nine
Pussy boy, put your hands up in the sky
take my hand, come on
And in this unstable arena
Of what's left or become of my America
I'm askin' this dance so come take my hand, come on
Honey,
back in the
Casket with the ceiling above
Me I'm emotionless and there's no sickness
Alows no bullshit so my
Hands are crossed in this box
I'm stuck in
I saw you standin' there by the side of the stage
You were lookin' at me like you weren't half of my age
Told me you could love me till my dying day
bright
Go downtown, buy the bar a round on me
Put a hundo in the jukebox (Tonight's on me)
She's like a backstage pass to my favorite band
I'm on top
gotta Alabama Shake
You are now in tuned into The Flow
Honorable when we rock, letting you know
Put your front seat back, we on cruise control
One hand
hand in hand
We'll walk hand in hand
We'll walk hand in hand
We'll walk hand in hand, some day
Deep in my heart
Oh, deep in my heart
I do believe
wit my damn speakers thumpin’!
Know that it’s bumping!
Pollo P. country!
Alabama shawty, Chicken Coupe go get the money!
Ayye Ayye!
So tell me what
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