Alabama

She was hotter than the blacktop Broke down at a truck stop She looked about as wild as the stories she told Said she was a Christian saving souls in Savannah And the Lord was sendin' her to Alabama Had a pistol in her boots Blonde hair, dark roots Said she got an old man but I shouldn't be worried Though it seemed like she was in a hurry Higher than a junky dryin' out in the slammer Lord, I hope I don't die in Alabama Yeah, Alabama I hope I don't die in Alabama Oh, Alabama Well, it all seemed to be just fine She was happy I could give her a ride Singing right along to ever song on the radio But it became a strange situation She was fit to change the station When they spoke about a murder in Savannah Oh, I hope I don't die in Alabama Oh, Alabama Yeah, I hope I don't die in Alabama Well, the truth be told She had a little dirt on her soul Burble in her blood made her heart turn cold Now all I wanna do is make it home to Louisiana Lord, I hope I don't die in Alabama Oh, I hope I don't die in Alabama Yeah, yeah, Alabama Lord, I hope I don't die in Alabama