King of Alabama

Well, I didn't know him best

He'd say we were friends

We both rode the highways on a song

So I'm writin' this one here

In memory of him

'Cause the King of Alabama has gone home

He was a man among men

The old-school kind

Had a great big heart

A laid back mind

Let you hold his guitar if you broke his string

If you thought he looked country, outta heard him sing

From Alabama 'cross the Rio Grande

He beat the blacktop down with a five-piece band

Not because he loved it - he did that too

But he did it, man, 'cause that's what he was born to do, well

Some people calculate moves, he

Never had a thing to prove, he could

Let the wind take him where it may

And it's a damn shame the way things go

It's too bad we have to lose the good folks

But the King of Alabama

Has gone home

And nothin' good ever happens after midnight

So the story goes

You can't trust nobody

It don't matter how close

It was a friend that took him

From his family

I keep his chain in my pocket

His son in my prayers

Every stage I'm on, I can feel him there, well

Some people calculate moves, he

Never had a thing to prove, he could

Let the wind take him where it may

Well, it's a damn shame the way things go

It's too bad we have to lose the good folks

But the King of Alabama

Has gone home

Some people calculate moves, he

Never had a thing to prove, he could

Let the wind take him where it may

And he'd say "Honky-tonk's the trick"

And get his guitar and grab a good pick, and let the

Old tunes possess you as they're playin'

Well, it's a damn shame the way things go

It's too bad we have to lose the good folks

But the King of Alabama

The King of Alabama

The King of Alabama

Has gone home