Alabama Pines

Well, I moved into this room

If you could call it that a week ago

I never do what I'm supposed to do

Hardly even know my name anymore

When no one calls it out, it kind of vanishes away

And I can't get to sleep at night

The parking lot is so loud and bright

The AC hasn't worked in twenty years

Probably never made a single person cold

But I can't say the same for me, I've done it many times

Somebody take me home

Through those Alabama Pines

You can't drive through Talladega on a weekend in October

Just head up north to Jacksonville, cut around and over

Watch your speed in Boiling Springs

Thеy ain't got a thing to do

They'll get you evеry time

Somebody take me home

Through those Alabama Pines

Somebody take me home

Through those Alabama Pines

Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh

Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh

If we pass through on a Sunday

Better make a stop at Wayne's

It's the only open liquor store north

And I can't stand the pain of being by myself

Without a little help on a Sunday afternoon

Well, I needed that damned woman like a dream needs gasoline

And I tried to be some ancient kind of man

One that's never seen the beauty in the world

But I tried to chase it down

Tried to make the whole thing mine

Somebody take me home

Through those Alabama Pines

Somebody take me home

Through those Alabama Pines

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh

Well, I've been stuck here in this town

If you could call it that a year or two

I never do what I'm supposed to do

I don't even need a name anymore

When no one calls it out, it kind of vanishes away

No one gives a damn about

The things I give a damn about

Liberties that we can't do without

Seem to disappear like ghosts in the air

We don't even care, it truly vanishes away