Let's burn down the cornfield You hide behind the oak tree Stay out of danger 'till I return And we can listen to it burn Oh, it's so good On a cold night To have a fire Burnin' warm and bright And I'll make love to you while it's burnin

So listen, oh Oh, you oughta spare your face the razor Because no one's gonna spare the time for you Morning's come you watch the red sun rise The LED still flickers in your eyes No one's gonna watch you as you go From a house you didn't build and can't

Hello, hello Is anybody listening? Let go, it's everyone that's calling me Oh oh, won't somebody show me that I'm not alone, not alone Is there anybody, anybody? Yes I stumbled into the night We're touching but I feel like you're still out of reach But

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

I wanna move you like that Oh, I wanna move you like that (oh, oh) Like a montage in a movie, right before the hero dies Like the first time that you listen to your favorite singer live Like an echo in a canyon Like tears, but you're not sad Like 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

I was a fool to fall and get that way Hi-ho, alas, and also lack-a-day Although I can't dismiss the memory of his kiss Old man sunshine listen you Never tell me dreams come true Just try it and I'll start a riot Beatrice Fairfax don't you dare Ever tell

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

River of no return You'll never get my mind right Like two ships passing in the night Want the same thing where we lay A different way from where I'm going Oh, its you again listen this isn't a reunion So sorry if I turn my head Yours is a familiar 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