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Alabama Pines - Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit
Composed by：Jason Isbell
Well I moved into this room
If you could call it that a week ago
I never do what I'm supposed to do
Hardly even know my name anymore
When no one calls it out it kind of vanishes away
And I can't get to sleep at night
The parking lot is so loud and bright
The AC 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
Just 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
Well I needed that d**ned woman like a dream needs gasoline
And 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
Well 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 kind of vanishes away
No one gives a d**n about
The things I give a d**n about
Liberties that we can't do without
Seem to disappear like ghosts in the air
We don't even care through they vanishes away
