Alabama

She was hotter than the blacktop

Broke down at a truck stop

She looked about as wild as the story she told

Said she was a Christian, savin' souls in Savannah

And the Lord was sendin' her to Alabama

Hide a pistol in her boots

Blonde hair, dark roots

Says she got a old man, but I shouldn't be worried

Though it seems like she was in a hurry

Higher than a junkie 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

Singin' right along to every song on the radio

But it became a strange situation, she was quick to change the station

When they spoke about a murder in Savannah

Lord, I hope I don't die in Alabama

Oh, Alabama

Yeah, I hope I don't die in Alabama

Hell, the truth be told

She had a little dirt on her soul

Bourbon 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, oh