Alabama Pines (Live)

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

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 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

And you can't drive through Talladega on that 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

And 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

And 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

Still I tried to chase it down

And make the whole thing mine

Now somebody take me home

Through those Alabama Pines

Somebody take me home

Through those Alabama Pines

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

No one calls it out, it kind of vanishes away

No one gives a damn about

The things I give a damn about

The liberties that we can't do without

Seem to disappear like ghosts in the air

We don't even care, it truly vanishes away