Bishop Gunn

Alabama

Lyrics

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

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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

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