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

And it all falls down, yeah If there's a reason we can stay afloat? Why do we watch them drown? And it all falls down again And it all falls down So why do we all fall down We're too selfish in the lifeboats Why do we all fall down How can you learn how

I'm drowning in the pain Breaking down again Looking for a lifeline I've been looking for a lifeline For what seems like a lifetime Is there anybody out there? Can you pull me from this ocean of despair? When I was a boy I didn't care 'bout a thing

For the girl You’ll be fine if you try To keep your eyes on the consolation prize And you’re going down hard for the girl ‘Cause this is life and it’s alright Taking detours in your mind It’s all a part of the plan when you’re lost in the world See you

On, on, on my way I'm on my way Go tell everyone under the sun That's what I've been told Since I was six years old Duck down and count to ten I'm gonna hit the Lotto I'm gonna place my bet on every step I take

This is the place The smell of air conditioning The fish are belly up You’ve been stuck in a lift Empty all your pockets Because it’s time to come home Sit down, you’re safe now We’ve been trying to reach you, Thom It won’t hurt ever again

What type of games is being played, how's it going down? It's on till it's gone, then I gots to know now Is you wit me or what, wake up try to get me a nut Cause hunnies give me the butt, what I'm politicking with this chicken wondering if I'ma creep her

Toy-like people make me boy-like I sink myself in hair upon my lover I seen you go down to a cold mirror It was never clearer in my error You click a shine upon your forehead or Check it by the signs in the corridor You light my ways through the club

Shot some faith on my darkest places Like a rising sun Filled my heart with a million amazing graces Your voice is like a choir A match that starts a fire Deep down in my bones where only you can go When my soul needs an angel's touch You light it up

The answer is blowin' in the wind The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man? How many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? How many times must the cannon balls fly