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

Do you cry sometimes? And your papa's kinda mean You can stop playing that shit out on me Chasing down a wild fire Are you trying to make a cold liar out of me? You wanna get high? You overcome those desires before you come to me I think your mama's

But I can't find the words Every time we say goodbye Baby, it hurts When the sun goes down And the band won't play I'll always remember us this way So when I'm all choked up That Arizona sky burning in your eyes You look at me and, babe, I wanna catch on

And I know you won't let me down 'Cause I'm already standin' On the ground I like the way your sparkling earrings lay Against your skin so brown And I want to sleep with you in the desert night With a billion stars all around 'Cause I got a peaceful easy

Leave our excellent souls I set a fire just to see what it kills And the rain's coming down Head for the coast Everything goes All our lonely kicks are getting harder to find We'll play nuns versus priests until somebody cries All our lonely kicks that

Come a little closer baby So come a little closer baby I feel like layin' you down I feel like lettin' go I feel like strippin' it down I feel like layi'n you down On a bed of sweet surrender Where we can work it all out There ain't nothin' that love

So don't give up, it's just young lovers' romance I'm not discardin' you like broken glass There are no winners when the die is cast There's only tears when it's the final task We fall down like dogs playin' dead Well, our love's not worth playin'

And I can hear the Delta callin' From the light of a distant star When Henry plays his steel guitar I can see my future and I can feel my past Remember if you can When cotton was picked by hand Down in Dixy under southern sky Working from sun to sun

Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord, my soul to keep (yeah) Like a locksmith, I got the keys (yeah) Pull up make opp niggas bleed (aye) I got water like overseas, yeah (aye) Bitch, I ball like NBA, yeah (aye) Bitch, I ball like MVP, yeah (aye) I

Go down, soft sound Midnight, car lights Playing with the air Breathing in your hair Go down, go down Step into your skin? I'd rather jump in your bones (jump!) Taking up your mouth so you'll breathe through your nose