Alabama's Song

She's got a candle lit by her window

With a double-barrel shotgun next to her rocking chair

She's been waiting

And this old lady, she's been waiting 12 years now

For nothing else she cares

A beat-up winnebago in the american desert

A dirt road leads to an abandoned oil farm

And tumbleweed is the most movement that it sees

Her car stays parked in the lot still filled with gasoline

Who knows? Maybe one day she'll need it

Should james ever turn up

And she decides to act upon her basic instincts

She will need it

That getaway car and those dead roses on his shelf

Are the only things that she holds dear anymore

James made a promise that he can't keep anymore

But he'll try to

Oh, he'll try to

Well he's in too deep

She's been waiting for him

She's got something for him

Well he's under her skin

Oh, he don't know it but he's

Coming home to something

The tires on his pickup pick up dirt on his way in

And she can see him from a mile away

James has come to confess his sins

And gather the love that he once leaned on

She's as patient and determined to commit her first

Silence

She hears his foot steps as he makes his way to the front door

She shoulders her weapon

Sweetheart?

Silence

James steps into the winnebago

Sweetheart, I'm home

She feels a rush so strong

She could come from the feeling that those eyes and his voice

Memories of love and laughter

Sheets that hold him in the night

Never letting in that morning after

She remembers

Bang

She remembered

Well he's in too deep

She's been waiting for him

She's got something for him

But he's under her skin

Oh, he don't know it but he's

Coming home to something

Off she goes, full tank and a bag of clothes

Nothing but fire behind her

She speeds out that dirt road

She's finally free

Mr. Roadhouse is finally free