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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Travis McCready
Vocals
Benjamin Lewis
Bass
Burne Sharp
Drums
Dane Farnsworth
Keyboards
Drew Smithers
Guitar
Geoffrey Robinson
Background Vocals
William Smith
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Travis McCready
Songwriter
Benjamin Lewis
Songwriter
Nicolette Hayford
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Casey Wasner
Producer
Ross Hogarth
Mixing Engineer
Spencer Coats
Recording Engineer
Letra
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
Writer(s): Nicolette Hayford, Ben Lewis, Travis Mccready
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