Lyrics:
a nickel in
When he danced with his first wife
By '61 his wife was gone
But that jukebox had survived
It was three plays for a quarter
I turned
Walkin' down an alabama road
Rememberin' what the Bible told
D g d am
Walkin' with a letter in his hand
D g d am
Dreaming of another southern
first kiss
After that she took my hand
Showed me how to dance
Flip a coin right in the slot
Let me hear something really hot
Play the hits that really
am, but still I'm drifting
On my way, like take my hand
I was like, Oh my god
Swerving in a shitbox car in the moment
01 Ford Laser
Stereo a jukebox
want to play with that toy
Droppin' this heat like an asteroid
Good in the south like Pastor Troy
Pull up aside of a 1977
Sittin' back and sippin' my
hand
I said "tell me I'm not dreamin', girl, is this the promised land?"
And she said yeah
That's right
You are in Alabama tonight
She said yeah
That's
in your eyes while the Alabama sun sets in the West|Who whoulda guessed, that I'd be|Here lying by your side with my hands running through your auburn
she played the fiddle in an Irish band
But she fell in love with an English man
Kissed her on the neck and then I took her by the hand
Said, "Baby, I
little hand on my head,
I'm just looking into your eyes and I'm flying,
you, baby, live in my head,
destroy this house, please just try it,
I'm like in
a jukebox pouring out gold
Aint too old to be rich in character but careful yo
This castle eventually will blow
So spittin' fire aint my usual dare, but I
dance on your party
눈 떠도 깨지 않을 꿈
(Three, two, one)
Come play my jukebox
다시는 없을 tonight
너를 위해 불러 play your favorite song
Come and play my jukebox
In the corner, at the table, by the jukebox
My favorite mourners and I talk about these ol hard knocks
Our lives are measured there by the bar's
Carried by the voice
Inside the jukebox
On my grave
You can hear hank williams
Some george jones
Some beatles songs
Some dylan
Some rolling stones
like to be cooked in this oven
And baked into a cookie Mr Hand
The hand picked up Jo
After they arrived at their destination by hand travel
They
the night or the
Paper in his hand when
You found your daddy there swinging
From the ceiling fan
By that belt you fucking hated
That left the marks i don’t
rep Alabama
Cuz I'm from the hammer
You not on my side we on different planets
I hope I don't vanish in cities of magic
Yes I'm from the hammer
Yes I'm
in your eyes while the Alabama sun sets in the West|Who whoulda guessed, that I'd be|Here lying by your side with my hands running through your auburn
I saw him dancin' there by the record machine
I knew he must a been about seventeen
The beat was goin' strong
Playin' my favorite song
And I could
I saw him dancing there by the record machine
I knew he must have been about seventeen
The beat was going strong
Playing my favorite song
And I could
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
The city is a sea of lights
From Venice Beach to Hollywood & Vine
Drinking whiskey in my winter coat
An Empty Hearted Town sure gets cold
Dan
was in there on the Monday
When she walked in the saloon
Something about her caught my eye
As she climbed the bar-room stool
The same old walk, the same
I'm dying here in Montana, please Lord,
I just want to go back to hold her hand.
Just let me get back to my old homeland.
They said I'd never sing
dying here in Montana please Lord, just want to go back to hold her hand just let me get back to my old homeland.
They said I'd never sing again I
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