Alabama Pines

I moved into this room, if you could call it that, a week ago

I never do what I'm supposed to do

I hardly even know my name anymore

When no one calls it out, it kinda vanishes away

I can't get to sleep at night. The parking lot's so loud and bright

The a.c. Hasn't worked in twenty years

Probably never made a single person cold

But I can't say the same for me. I've done it many times

Somebody take me home through those alabama pines

You can't drive through talladega on a weekend in october

Head up north to jacksonville. Cut around and over

Watch your speed in boiling springs

They ain't got a thing to do. They'll get you every time

Somebody take me home through those alabama pines

Somebody take me home through those alabama pines

If we pass through on a sunday, better make a stop at wayne's

It's the only open liquor store north, and I can't stand the pain

Of being by myself without a little help

On a sunday afternoon

I needed that damn woman like a dream needs gasoline

I tried to be some ancient kind of man

One that's 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

I've been stuck here in this town, if you could call it that, a year or two

I never do what I'm supposed to do

I don't even need a name anymore

When no one calls it out, it kinda vanishes away

No one gives a damn about the things I give a damn about

The liberties that we can't do without seem to disappear

Like ghosts in the air

When we don't even care, it truly vanishes away