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

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

Oh I know, I know I hope someday We'll sit down together And laugh with each other About these days, these days All our troubles We'll lay to rest And we'll wish we could come back to these days, these days These days, these days

Oh Lord I lay it down Oh let this be where I die Be lifted high as my Kingdom's fall Once and for all My lord with thee crucified Once and for all, once and for all God I give You all I can today These scattered ashes that I hid away I lay them all at

I'm goin' down to the Greyhound Station, gonna get a ticket to ride Gonna find that lady with two or three kids and sit down by her side Ride 'til the sun comes up and down around me 'bout two or three times Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat Tryin' to

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

I'm 'bout to get up on that ass right now Just love me, love me down, now And you a smoker, I'ma roll up, you blow it down One more, oh, oh, girl you loud This your bed, you lay in it I'ma lick it up, girl gon' play with it Taste so good, I put my face

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