Jason Isbell, Patterson Hood and Mike Cooley - 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
They ain't got a thing to do
They'll get you every 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

Written by:
Jason Isbell

Publisher:
Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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