I've been sitting on the charts like a beach chair My last album, spent 52 weeks there Almost finished with the second, you should be scared Storms coming you should go inside and prepare No shortcuts, it ain't no cheats there I brought the whole city

It's harvest time It's harvest time in this little town Time to bring it on in Pay the loans down And make another round There's a big red moon coming up in the sky Combine's cutting in a staggered line The only time of year We missed the church bell's

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

Big city, big city nights You keep me burning Always yearning When the daylight is falling down into the night And the sharks try to cut a big piece out of life It feels alright to go out to catch an outrageous thrill But it's more like spinning wheels

Home at last Oh Angela it's a long time coming They raise you up just to cut you down When you left this town, with your windows down And the wilderness inside Let the exits pass, all the tar and glass 'Til the road and sky align The strangers in this

Big city, big city nights You keep me burning Always yearning When the daylight is falling down into the night And the sharks try to cut a big piece out of life It feels alright to go out to catch an outrageous thrill But it's more like spinning wheels

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

Today I killed, he was just a boy Eight before him, I knew them all In the fields a dying oath: I´d kill them all to save my own Cut me free, Bleed with me, Oh no One by one, We will fall, down down Pull the plug, End the pain, Run´n fight for life

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

Yeah but baby you're the one I need to stay Got a few bad habits babe Before you cause my little heart to break And my drinking baby I can cut down on it too I got to cut you lose now baby Cut down on my smoking babe Cut down on my smoking babe yeah