Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a

There's a river in Evening ember glow And you're wishing you could see How far it flows Rolling on to an endless sea You'd be well on your way If you could only set sail. But dreams can drift away And sails can fill with doubt

Rollin', rollin', all my bitches rollin' And I love that shit (and I love that shit) Them commas comin' quick (commas comin' quick) Them commas comin' (commas comin') Look, show you bitches how to do this shit Stand back while I demonstrate Pussy worth

You can't stop rock 'n' roll Can't stop, can't you stop it Can't stop you can't stop it Now you can ride it high And you can light the way Lift up your hands in praise Here it comes, you're never gonna top it On a run, no way you can stop it Total style,

Angie, Angie Where will it lead us from here With no lovin' in our souls And no money in our coats You can't say we're satisfied When will those dark clouds all disappear You can't say we never tried Angie, you're beautiful But ain't it time we say

We was reelin' and a rockin' Rollin' till the break of dawn And we rolled, reelin' and a rockin' Sometimes I will then again I think I won't Well till the break of dawn And we reelin', reelin' and a rockin' And we reeled, reelin' and a rockin' Sometimes

If I needed someone to control me If I need someone to hold me down I would change my direction If I needed someone to push me around Drown, rolling faster then I'm breathing Good morning day And save myself before I Sorry I'm not there But all my

We gonna burn all afternoon like it's something to smoke So baby I don't know about you but I'm ready to roll We got some laid back country tunes on the radio We gotta whole lot of nothing to do and no where to go Girl I've been at work all week Fingers

Na-na-na-na-na-nanana So go ahead and blaze up Today's the day to blaze up (Yeah, yeah ooh) So go ahead and put your J's up (And smoke) Whenever I'm down and out I get back to myself I roll a motherfucking fat back to myself Leave it to beaver, America

I've been rollin' on the freeway I've been riding 85 I've been thinking way too much And I'm way too gone to drive I got anger in my chest I got millions on my mind And you didn't fit the picture So I guess you weren't the vibe I come through with