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

Dream over, grieve no more And I breathe one last time Now I lay thee down Was it lost? Was it murdered? Within the eye of the beholder Oh, I want to know How it feels when we die Can you take me under? Oh, she watched me leave

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

Little baby's eyes Eyes, eyes, eyes Lay me down In a bunker Underground I won't let this happen To my children

Lay it down, lay it down Make it alright I'll hold you so tight Lay it down It's gonna be alright Oh, lay it down Oh, before the morning light Come and lay it down tonight Ruby red, her lips were on fire

Won't you lay me, won't you lay me down Oh, I'll wait, I'll wait, I'll wait, I'll wait for you So won't you lay me, won't you lay me down I have waited, I have waited All the pretty girls like Samuel Oh, he really doesn't share Although it's more than he

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

It was just another night with the sunset and The moon rise not so far behind To give us just enough light To lay down underneath the stars listening to The light was leaving and the west it was blue The children's laughter saying they're skipping just

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

Won't lay down our heads till the day is won Won't stop running till we reach the sun Chasing all the things that are keeping us young We won't stop running till we reach the sun All the scrapes on our knees Oh we play, In autumn days Run, run, don't