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Allan Rayman

Alabama's Song

 

Alabama's Song

(album: Hotel Allan - 2016)


She's got a candle lit by her window
With a double-barrel shotgun next to her rocking chair
She's been waiting
And this old lady, she's been waiting 12 years now
For nothing else she cares
A beat-up Winnebago in the American desert
A dirt road leads to an abandoned oil farm and tumbleweed is the most movement that it sees
Her car stays parked in the lot still filled with gasoline
Who knows? Maybe one day she'll need it
Should James ever turn up and she decides to act upon her basic instincts, she will need it
That getaway car and those dead roses on his shelf are the only things that she holds dear anymore
James made a promise that he can't keep anymore
But he'll try to
Oh, he'll try to

Well he's in too deep
She's been waiting for him
She's got something for him
Well he's under her skin
Oh, he don't know it but he's
Coming home to something

The tires on his pickup pick up dirt on his way in
And she can see him from a mile away
James has come to confess his sins and gather the love that he once leaned on
She's as patient and determined to commit her first
Silence
She hears his foot steps as he makes his way to the front door
She shoulders her weapon
"Sweetheart?"
Silence
James steps into the Winnebago, "Sweetheart, I'm home"
She feels a rush so strong, she could come from the feeling that those eyes and his voice
Memories of love and laughter, sheets that hold him in the night, never letting in that morning after
She remembers
Bang
She remembered

Well he's in too deep
She's been waiting for him
She's got something for him
Well he's under her skin
Oh, he don't know it but he's
Coming home to something

Off she goes, full tank and a bag of clothes
Nothing but fire behind her
She speeds out that dirt road
She's finally free
Mr. Roadhouse is finally free

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