Thirty-two teeth in a jawbone
Alabama's cryin' for none
Before I have to hit him
I hope he's got the sense to run
Reason those poor girls love him
Promise them anything
Reason they believe him
He wears a big diamond ring
Alabama getaway
Alabama getaway
Only way to please me
Turn around and leave
and walk away
Majordomo Billy Bojangles
Sit down and have a drink with me
What's this about Alabama
Keeps comin' back to me?
Heard your plea in the courthouse
Jury box began to rock and rise
Forty-nine sister states all had
Alabama in their eyes |
Alabama getaway
Alabama getaway
Only way to please me
Turn around and leave
and walk away
Why don't we just give Alabama
rope enough to hang himself
Ain't no call to worry the jury
His kind takes care of itself
Twenty-third Psalm Major Domo
reserve me a table for three
in the Valley of the Shadows
just you, Alabama and me
Alabama getaway
Alabama getaway
Only way to please me
Turn around and leave
and walk away
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I told Althea I was feeling lost
lacking in some direction
Althea told me upon scrutiny
my back need protection
I told Althea that treachery
was tearing me limb from limb
Althea told me: Now cool down boy--
settle back easy, Jim
You may be Saturday's child all grown
moving with a pinch of grace
You may be a clown in the burying ground
or just another pretty face
You may be the fate of Ophelia
sleeping and perchance to dream--
honest to the point of recklessness
self-centered to the extreme
Ain't nobody messing with you but you
your friends are getting most concerned-- |
loose with the truth
maybe it's your fire
but baby. . . . don't get burned
When the smoke has cleared, she said,
that's what she said to me:
You're gonna want a bed to lay your head
and a little smypathy
There are things you can replace
and others you cannot
The time has come to weigh those things
this space is getting hot--
you know this space is getting hot
I told Althea
I'm a roving sign--
that I was born to be a bachelor--
Althea told me: Okay, that's fine--
So now I'm out trying to catch her
Can't talk to me without talking to you
We're guilty of the same old thing
Talking a lot about less and less
And forgetting the love we bring
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