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Bishop Gunn

Alabama

 

Alabama

(albüm: Natchez - 2018)


She was hotter than the blacktop
Broke down at a truck stop
She looked about as wild as the story she told
Said she was a Christian, saving souls in Savannah
And the Lord was sending her to Alabama

Hide a pistol in her boots
Blonde hair, dark roots
Says she got a old man, but I shouldn't be worried
Though it seems like she was in a hurry
Higher than a junkie drying out in the slammer
Lord, I hope I don't die in Alabama

Yeah, Alabama
I hope I don't die in Alabama
Oh, Alabama

Well it all seemed to be just fine
She was happy I could give her a ride
Singing right along to every song on the radio
But it became a strange situation
She was quick to change the station
When they spoke about a murder in Savannah

Lord, I hope I don't die in Alabama
Oh, Alabama
Yeah, I hope I don't die in Alabama

Hell, the truth be told
She had a little dirt on her soul
Bourbon in her blood made her heart turn cold
Now all I wanna do is make it home to Louisiana
Lord, I hope I don't die in Alabama

Oh, I hope I don't die in Alabama
Yeah, yeah, Alabama
Lord, I hope I don't die in Alabama, oh

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