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's so loud and bright The AC hasn't worked in 20 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, through they vanishes away