歌词
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
I can't get to sleep at night, the parking lot's so loud and bright
The AC hasn't worked in twenty years, probably never made a single person cold
I can't say the same to me, I've done it many times
Somebody take me home
Through those Alabama pines
You can't 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 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
Oh...
Oh...
If we pass through on a Sunday, and make a stop at Wayne's
It's the only open liquid store north
I can't 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 I'm trying 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
Oh...
Oh...
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
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 can't do without seem to disappear like ghosts in the air
We don't even care, till it vanishes away
专辑信息