Well I moved into this room, if you could call it that, a week ago
I never do what Im supposed to do
Hardly even know my name anymore
When no one calls it out, it kind of vanishes away
I cant get to sleep at night, the parking lots so loud and bright
The AC hasnt worked in twenty years, probably never made a single person cold
I cant say the same to me, Ive done it many times
Somebody take me home
Through those Alabama pines
You cant drive through Telladaga on a weekend in October
Just head up north to Jacksonville
Cut around, and oh, boy watch your speed in Boiling Springs
They aint got a thing to do, theyll get you every time
Somebody take me home
Through those Alabama pines
Somebody take me home
Through those Alabama pines
Oh...
Oh...
If we pass through on a Sunday, and make a stop at Waynes
Its the only open liquid store north
I cant stand the pain of being by myself
Without a little help, on a Sunday afternoon
And I need that damn woman like a dream needs gasoline
And Im trying to be some ancient kind of man
One thats never seen the beauty in the world
But I tried to chase it down
Tried to make the whole thing mine
Somebody take me home
Through those Alabama pines
Somebody take me home
Through those Alabama pines
Oh...
Oh...
Ive been stuck here in this town, if you could call it that, a year or two
I never do what Im supposed to do
I dont even need a name anymore
No one calls it out, kind of vanishes away
No one gives a damn about the things I give a damn about
The liberties that we cant do without seem to disappear like ghosts in the air
We dont even care, till it vanishes away
Alabama Pines