Oh, Alabama
The devil fools
with the best laid plan.
Swing low, Alabama.
You got spare change,
You got to feel strange,
And now the moment
is all that it meant.
Alabama, you got the weight on your shoulders.
That's breaking your back.
Your Cadillac
has got a wheel in the ditch
And a wheel on the track.
Oh, Alabama.
Banjos playing
through the broken glass.
Windows down in Alabama.
See the old folks
tied in white ropes,
Hear the banjo...
Don't it take you down home?
Alabama, you got the weight on your shoulders.
That's breaking your back.
Your Cadillac
has got a wheel in the ditch
And a wheel on the track.
Oh, Alabama.
Can I see you
and shake your hand?
Make friends down in Alabama...
I'm from a new land,
I come to you and
see all this ruin...
What are you doing Alabama?
You got the rest of the Union
to help you along...
What's going wrong?
The devil fools
with the best laid plan.
Swing low, Alabama.
You got spare change,
You got to feel strange,
And now the moment
is all that it meant.
Alabama, you got the weight on your shoulders.
That's breaking your back.
Your Cadillac
has got a wheel in the ditch
And a wheel on the track.
Oh, Alabama.
Banjos playing
through the broken glass.
Windows down in Alabama.
See the old folks
tied in white ropes,
Hear the banjo...
Don't it take you down home?
Alabama, you got the weight on your shoulders.
That's breaking your back.
Your Cadillac
has got a wheel in the ditch
And a wheel on the track.
Oh, Alabama.
Can I see you
and shake your hand?
Make friends down in Alabama...
I'm from a new land,
I come to you and
see all this ruin...
What are you doing Alabama?
You got the rest of the Union
to help you along...
What's going wrong?
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