Do you still love me Is God playing evil tricks on me' When you laid me down Into your beautiful garden Flowers in the love of my arms Oh, I love you, Amy Oh, I love you, oh It's God shining through to me I guess

Ooh and I'd lay my life down for you (woooooh) And I show you who's the boss (woooooh) I'd forgive you and adore you While I was hangin' on your cross If I was Jesus. I I was Jesus, I'd have some real long hair A robe and some sandals, is exactly what

A car has killed a friend down in Chicago, thousand miles away J.B Lenoir is dead and it's hit me like a hammer blow J.B had a struggle playin' unappreciated blues in vain When I read the news, night came early in my day I cry inside my heart that the

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

(You're gonna burn in hell) (Oh, burn in hell) Hear no evil, don't you See no evil, don't you Lay no evil down on me Speak no evil, don't you Think no evil, don't you Play with evil, 'cause I'm free You're gonna burn in hell

Oh I don't know why She lets me down Then gets me high She's just my type I don't think twice But I, I, I love it I, I, I love it Love the way she plays with my head 'Cause I need this more than just a one night stand

Back off, back off bitch Down in the gutter dyin' in the ditch You better back off, back off bitch Face of an angel with the love of a witch Oh baby, pretty baby Oh honey, you let me down honey I ain't playin' childhood games no more I said it's time for

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

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

Now my feet won't touch the ground Oh, love, don't let me go Won't you take me where the street lights glow I can hear it coming There's a wild wind blowing Down the corner of my street Every night there the headlights are glowing There's a cold war