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 kinda 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

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 ya every time

Somebody take me home

Through those Alabama pines

Somebody take me home

Through those Alabama pines

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 damn woman

Like a dream needs gasoline

And I tried to be some ancient kinda 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

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 kinda 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

When we don't even care

It truly vanishes away