Paroles de Alabama pines

Well, i moved into this room-
If you can 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- and 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.

Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh. (x2)

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 damned 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...

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh. (x2)

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 damn about-
The things i give a damn about...
Liberties that we can't do without- seem to disappear like ghosts in the air-
And we don't even hear- until it vanishes away.